Redeeming The World

Sliman Mansour

One day I was walking in a city and met a dervish with a wonderful personality. He was dressed in a patched robe, but his speech, his voice, his thought, his movements, his atmosphere, were all most winning. At that time I was very young in the pursuit of philosophy. Youth is a time when pride has full play. So as we were walking along, and he called me ‘Murshid’, I was very glad. He addressed me as Murshid every time he spoke to me!