The Mystic Who Forgot His Name

A Spiritual Parable by Kismatkarma Inspired by Ishq-e-Haqiqi (Divine Love)

by Dr Arti Jangra - Spiritual Guru | Founder of Kismatkarma

There once lived a mystic in the quiet heart of the desert.

He had no name, no past, no homeland. People called him many things—faqeer, saint, wanderer, madman—but he never answered to any of them. He would only smile, as if names were too small for the vastness he carried.

Some said he had once been a prince who renounced his kingdom after falling in love with the Unseen. Others believed he had loved someone so completely that when she vanished, he dissolved into silence. Travellers claimed to have seen him in Mecca, Varanasi, Konya, and the Himalayas—always alone, always radiant, always unbound.

One day, a weary seeker stumbled upon him, seated beneath an old neem tree, his eyes closed, his presence still as moonlight. The seeker approached with reverence, then whispered:

“Baba... show me the way.”

The mystic did not respond.

The seeker fell to his knees.

“I’ve fasted, prayed, served, and studied every sacred book. But the ache remains. The fire won’t go out. I still feel far from the Divine. What must I do?”

The mystic opened his eyes. He did not speak immediately. Instead, he let the silence deepen—so profound that even the seeker’s thoughts bowed before it.

Then, gently, he said:

“Don’t call His name again and again, child.Let the ache itself become the name.Let longing be your worship.”

The seeker frowned. “But how can I reach Him if I do not call out? If I do not ask?”

The mystic smiled—an ageless smile that carried both sorrow and freedom.

“True love asks for nothing.It simply is.Do not ignite your desires with prayers for reward.Don’t use His name like a key to open a door you built yourself.”

Then, the mystic placed his hand gently over the seeker’s chest.

“Do you feel that fire?” he asked.

“Yes,” whispered the seeker. “It never stops burning.”

“Good,” said the mystic. “Guard it. Don’t name it. Don’t tame it.Just become it.”

Years passed.

The seeker became a mystic.

He too forgot his name. He no longer asked, begged, or pleaded. He no longer searched for the Divine outside himself.

He simply walked the earth with love in his eyes, silence on his lips, and fire in his heart.

And wherever he went, people would say:

“There walks the one who asks for nothing—not even God—for he has become the longing that leads to Him.”

Kismatkarma Reflection

To truly love the Divine is to ask for nothing in return. Not peace. Not paradise. Not answers. In that nameless longing lies your freedom. In that sacred fire, your soul returns to its Source.