NOTHING BELONGS TO US, EVEN OUR FAMILY
Many years back there lived a Sufi fakir ‘Junnaid’. His loved his son dearly. While crossing a road that son was killed suddenly in an accident. Junnaid went and buried him. His wife was astonished at his behavior. She expected him to go mad with grief at the death of the son he loved so dearly And here was Junnaid acting as if nothing had happened, as if the son had not died! When everyone had left, his wife asked him, “Aren’t you sad at all? I was so worried you would break down, you loved him so much.”
Junnaid replied, “For a moment I was shocked but then I remembered that before, when this son was not born, I already was and I was quite happy. Now when the son is not, what is the reason for sorrow? I became as I was before. In between, the son came and went. When I was not unhappy before his birth, why should I be unhappy now to be Without a son? What is the difference? In between was only a dream that is no longer.”
What was formed and then destroyed, is now no more than a dream. Everything that comes and goes is a dream. Each wave is but a dream; the ocean is the reality. The waves are many, the ocean only one, but we see it as so many waves. Until we see the unity of the ocean, we shall continue wandering.
There is one reality, truth is only one: Ek Onkar Satnam. And says Nanak, the name of this one, is Onkar. All other names are given
by man. These are all symbols, and all are created by man. There is only one name that is not given by man and that is Onkar.