There lived a young scientist in the city of Khorasan. He wanted to marry the beautiful Rabiga, and went to woo her.
He came and said: “Oh, Rabiga!” I came to ask for your hand. Will you accept me?
And Rabiga said: “Well... You, they say, are rich in knowledge.” If you answer my three questions, I will marry you. “Say your questions,” the young alim agreed smugly. And Rabiga asked: “Tell me, young man, will I leave this world righteous or not?”
The horseman thought: “This is a very difficult question, no one except Allah can answer it.”
And Rabiga also asked: “What will I say, being in the grave, to Munkir and Nakir?”
The young man answered: “And this cannot be known, this is a difficult question.”
And Rabiga asked again: “Answer me the third question: what will I do when the end of the world comes?” “And it’s impossible to know,” answered the young man.
Rabiga then said: “If you, a scientist, cannot answer my questions, why did you come to marry me?” First of all, I wanted to hear from a scientist, and not from a contender for my hand... And yet I will ask you again: tell me, how much passion is there in a man and how much passion is there in a woman?
The young man answered: “There are nine parts of passion in a woman, and one part in a man.”
Rabiga asked again: “How much intelligence is in a woman and how much intelligence is in a man?”
The young alim answered: “A woman has one part of intelligence, a man has nine parts.”
Then Rabiga said: “Oh, young man!” If one part of reason is enough for me to overcome nine parts of passion, how is it that nine parts of reason are not enough for you to overcome just one part of passion?
And then the young alim was ashamed, put to shame by the intelligent woman.
This is the meaning of this story: a woman probably has a lot of passion, but the most intimate thing in her has long strived for patience.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru