The camel and the bush

A Sufi parable from Jamal.

The camel was grazing in the desert, eating thorns and dry grass. Suddenly he saw a thorn bush, lush as the curls of beauties and fresh as the cheeks of beauties. The camel greedily stretched out its neck to taste it, but spotted a snake hiding in a bush. The snake was resting its head on its tail. The camel retreated from the bush and gave up his wish.

But the bush thought that the camel had refrained from his intention for fear of the wounds from the thorns.

The camel understood what the bush was thinking and said:

“I fear a hidden guest, not an open host. I fear the venom of snake teeth, not the scratches of thorns. If it weren’t for the horror of the guest, I would have eaten the host in one go.”

Don’t be surprised that a pure person is horrified by a scoundrel:
He fears the abomination of the soul, not claws and wool!
Of course, a person does not step into the ashes:
What if there is a fire under the ashes that smolders?