A tourist visited a Sufi saint.
He was astonished to find that the Sufi lived in a simple room.
The only “furniture” was a mat and a kerosene lamp.
The tourist asked, “Master, where is your furniture?”
The Sufi replied, “And where is yours?”
“Mine?” said the tourist. “I’m only a visitor here.”
“So am I,” said the Sufi.
