The old Sufi lay on his bed, slowly dying, and yet through all his pain he could see her pain.
“What troubles your mind?” he asked her.
She sighed and said, “You had forseen that i would find my soul mate but so many years later, nothing.”
The Sufi had a raspy laugh, “You are not looking” he said.
“Of course i am, everywhere!” she responded indignantly.
The Sufi shook his head, “To look for the soul mate, you have to look with your soul. All around me i only see bodies looking for bodies.”