"Years ago one of the sheiks of Istanbul sent his dervishes out to gather flowers for their lodge. They all returned with large bouquets, except for one dervish who brought back only a single withered flower. When asked why he didn't bring back any beautiful blossoms, he answered, "I found all the flowers busy remembering the lord. How could I stop their constant prayer? I kept looking and finally one flower finished its recollection, and this is the one I brought." this dervish became the next sheikh."