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“One warm June morning, during rush hour, a man appeared at the entrance to the rag picker's shack.
'I am intruding,' the mysterious man said, startling the rag picker.
The first thing Sam noticed was the green tie. Sam had seen green ties before certainly, it was just that Sam wasn't sure that he had ever seen that particular shade of green. It made him think of the green in a rainbow he had once seen, sparkling and brilliant, or a flash of green he once saw in a botanical garden. Sam wasn't sure, but the essence of the color resonated deep inside Sam. The tie was paired with shoes the shade and shine of the was red lips children sometimes wear at Halloween. With the conservative black suit and shirt, the outfit should have looked ridiculous. On this man it did not.
Sam tried to collect his wits. 'O my soul. Who are you?' he asked more in wonder at the visitor than in fear. Sam was no longer used to people. He didn't give many people the time of day. Nevertheless, there was something about this one that was fascinating. It was as if he exuded life from every pore in his body.
'My name is Mr. Khadir. I am from the Middle East.'
Sam thought the stranger was referring to the East End of Long Island. He figured the man was a commuter whose car had probably overheated on the Expressway.
'I am a stranger,' Mr Khadir continued, 'and so are you; come with me in these deserts so that you may seek God.”
― Laurence Galian, The Sun at Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries of the Ahlul Bayt Sufis

“Sam scrutinized Mr. Khadir鈥檚 face. It expressed kindliness and gentleness, as well as mischievousness and fierceness. He stood about five feet ten inches with a pale-skinned complexion. His long softly curly hair, slightly graying at the temples, was parted in the middle, and went to the bottom of his neck. He had a hooked nose over which rose a prominent brow ridge. His eyes wee penetrating like an eagle鈥檚. He held a sing rose in his hand. Although, Sam couldn鈥檛 se it, a drop of green blood lay on his hand where one of the thorns had pierced his skin. A hint of a smile was on his face and he seemed restless. He said nothing but looked at Sam expectantly.
鈥業鈥檓 tired of seeking. My life is empty, and that鈥檚 just fine with me,鈥� Sam declared emphatically.
鈥業f you feel with all your being that you are empty, then I advise you to try once more,鈥� Mr. Khadir gently replied.
鈥楳r. Khadir wore a jewel around his neck, a large emerald. It was remarkably similar to a jewel Sam鈥檚 mother used to wear. Something about the sight of the emerald touched Sam deeply within his soul. Sam took it as a sign that he should take Mr. Khadir up on his invitation. Sam knew there was no such thing as coincidence.
Finally, the homeless man answered his enigmatic visitor, 鈥業 will follow you if you will teach me the Right Way.鈥�
鈥榊ou will not be able to bear patiently with me, for how can you experience true patience concerning events about which you lack full knowledge?鈥� Mr. Khadir answered turning away.
The panic Sam felt that the stranger might leave him behind surprised him. He was already following Khadir toward the service road as he replied, 鈥榊ou will find me, if God wills, patient and obedient to your mystic teaching.鈥�
Mr. Khadir said softly, 鈥楾hen yes, I will teach you. When your poverty is complete, you will be God. But I must warn you: even if you see me doing strange things, acting foolishly, childishly 鈥� you must bear with me and attend to it all. Woe to you if you turn away.鈥�
鈥榃here are we going?鈥� Same wanted to know.
鈥楢llah knows best,鈥� Mr. Khadir replied.”
― Laurence Galian, The Sun at Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries of the Ahlul Bayt Sufis