The Persian poet Rumi Mo’avia was asleep one day in his palace. A strange man came and awakened him.
“I am Lucifer.”
“And what do you want?”
“It’s time for your prayer, and you’re still asleep.”
“Remember, I grew up as an angel of light. Despite everything that happened in my life, I cannot forget my roots.”
“Okay, you’re right. When I arrived this morning to wake you, my intention was not to bring you closer to God. I knew that failing to fulfill this obligation, you’d feel a deep sadness, and over the coming days would pray with double the faith, asking pardon for having forgotten the correct ritual.
“Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” (1 Peter 5:8 (N.I.V)