Gentle Ways Of Sufis

"You have to read that. I mean it," he said, a bit serious.

"You know what? I might erase it," she replied with a smile.

They were two beautiful souls on a journey. He cared deeply for her, always worrying about her health. She appreciated his concern, but she had a different way of showing it. She was a Sufi, finding joy in the simplest things.

The highway was open and breezy, with plants and streetlights lining the way. People loved seeing them together. They seemed so happy.

She was all smiles, but inside, she was focused on something deeper. She wanted to say a prayer for him. He was so sweet, always thinking about her well-being.

"Touch it. Infuse life into it. Give it a piece of your prayers," she thought.

As they drove, they talked and laughed. He fussed over her, making sure she was comfortable. She appreciated his care, but she was more concerned about something beyond them both.

He was sweet and pure-hearted. She saw it every day. She wanted to pray for him, to bring peace and happiness into his life.

The drive was peaceful. The sun shone brightly, and the breeze was gentle. She looked at him, smiling. He was driving carefully, his face full of love and care.

She whispered a silent prayer for him, feeling the peace in her heart. It was simple, pure, and beautiful. Just like them.