The Initiation of Malik Dinar
After many years' study of philosophical subjects, Malik Dinar felt that the time had come to travel in search of knowledge. "I will go," he said to himself, "seeking the hidden teacher, who is also said to be within my uttermost self."
Walking out of his house with only a few dates for provision, he came presently upon a dervish plodding along the dusty road. He fell into step alongside him, in silence for a time. Finally the dervish spoke. "Who are you and where are you going?"
"I am Dinar, and I have started to journey in search of the hidden teacher."
"I am el-Malik El-Fatih, and I will walk with you," said the dervish.
"Can you help me to find the teacher?" asked Dinar.
"Can I help you, can you help me?" asked Fatih, in the irritating manner of dervishes everywhere; "The hidden teacher, so they say, is in a man's self. How he finds him depends upon what use he makes of experience. This is something only partly conveyed by a companion."
Presently they came to a tree, which was creaking and swaying. The dervish stopped. "The tree is saying," he said after a moment: `Something is hurting me, stop awhile and take it out of my side so that I may find repose.'"
"I am in too much of a hurry," replied Dinar. "And how can a tree talk, anyway?" They went on their way.
After a few miles the dervish said, "When we were near the tree I thought that I smelt honey. Perhaps it was a wild bees' hive which had been built in its bole."
"If that is true," said Dinar, "let us hurry back, so that we may collect the honey, which we could eat, and sell some for the journey."
"As you wish," said the dervish.
When they arrived back at the tree, however, they saw some other travelers collecting an enormous quantity of honey. "What luck we have had!" these men said. "This is enough honey to feed a city. We poor pilgrims can now become merchants: our future is assured."
Dinar and Fatih went on their way.
Presently they came to a mountain on whose slops they heard a humming. The dervish put his ear to the ground. Then he said: "Below us there are a million ants, building a colony. This humming is a concerted plea for help. In ant language it says: `Help us, help us. We are excavating, but have come across strange rocks which bar our progress. Help dig them away.' Should we stop and help, or do you want to hasten ahead?"
"Ants and rocks are not our business, brother," said Dinar, "because I, for one, am seeking my teacher."
"Very well, brother," said the dervish. "Yet they do say that all things are connected, and this may have a certain connection with us."
Dinar took no notice of the older man's mumblings, and so they went their way.
The pair stopped for the night, and Dinar found that he had lost his knife. "I must have dropped it near the ant hill," he said. Next morning they retraced their way.
When they arrived back at the ant hill, they could find no sign of Dinar's knife. Instead they saw a group of people, covered in mud, resting beside a pile of gold coins. "These," said the people, "are a hidden hoard which we have just dug up. We were on the road when a frail old dervish called to us; `Dig at this spot and you will find that which is rocks to some but gold to others.'"
Dinar cursed his luck. "If we had only stopped," he said, "you and I would both have been rich last night, O dervish." The other party said: "This dervish with you, stranger, looks strangely like the one whom we saw last night."
"All dervishes look very much alike," said Fatih. And they went their respective ways.
Dinar and Fatih continued their travels, and some days later they came to a beautiful river bank. The dervish stopped and as they sat waiting for the ferry a fish rose several times to the surface and mouthed at them.
"This fish," said the dervish, "is sending us a message. It says: `I have swallowed a stone. Catch me and give me a certain herb to eat. Then I will be able to bring it up, and will thus find relief. Travelers, have mercy!'"
At that moment the ferry boat appeared and Dinar, impatient to get ahead, pushed the dervish into it. The boatman was grateful for the copper which they were able to give him, and Fatih and Dinar slept well that night on the opposite bank, where a teahouse for travelers had been placed by a charitable soul.
In the morning they were sipping their tea when the ferryman appeared. Last night had been his most fortunate one, he said; the pilgrims had brought him luck. He kissed the hands of the venerable dervish, to take his blessing. "You deserve it all, my son," said Fatih.
The ferryman was now rich: and this was how it happened. He was about to go home at his usual time, but he had seen the pair on the opposite bank and resolved to make one more trip, although they looked poor, for the "baraka", the blessing of helping the traveler. When he was about to put away his boat he saw the fish, which had thrown itself on the bank. It was apparently trying to swallow a piece of plant. The fisherman put the plant into its mouth. The fish threw up a stone and flopped back into the water. The stone was a huge and flawless diamond of incalculable value and brilliance.
"You are a devil!" shouted the infuriated Dinar to the dervish Fatih. "You knew about three treasures by means of some hidden perception, yet you did not tell me at the time. Is that true companionship? Formerly, my ill luck was strong enough: but without you I would not even have known of the possibilities hidden in trees, anthills and fish–of all things!"
No sooner had he said these words than he felt as though a mighty wind were sweeping through his very soul. And then he knew that the very reverse of what he had said was the truth. The dervish, whose name means the victorious king, touched Dinar lightly on the shoulder, and smiled. "Now, brother, you will find that you can learn by experience. I am he who is at the command of the hidden teacher."
When Dinar dared to look up, he saw his teacher walking down the road with a small band of travelers, who were arguing about the perils of the journey ahead of them.
Today the name of Malik Dinar is numbered among the foremost of the dervishes, companion and exemplar, the man who arrived.
as collected by Idries Shah