At the end of his life, suddenly he felt that he was standing in front of a gate. Knock3, the door was knocked. “Who’s that?” there was a voice coming from inside. Then I spoke, ” This is me, sir”.
“Who are you?”
“Is that your name?”
“I am not asking for your name.”
Emmm, I am son of Hj Lazim, sir.
“I don’t want to know who your father is. I want to know who you are.”
I am an English language teacher to be, sir.
“I am not asking for your occupation. I am asking: who are you?”
The question made him look like a fool, not knowing what to answer. He then managed to find an answer, which sounded a bit tricky:
I am a Muslim, the follower of the Prophet Muhammad S.A.W.
“I am not asking your religion, I am asking who are you!.”
I am a human, sir. I pray 5 times a day, give charity as well. I fast in Ramadan and pay the zakat.
“I am not asking your type, or your deeds. I am asking who you are.”
At last, the person went away, he seemed to be disturbed. He failed at the first door, because of a very fair question: who he really is.
Knowing others is wisdom
Knowing the self is enlightenment.
Mastering others requires force
Mastering the self requires strength.
– Tao Te Ching
Adapted from somewhere..