A Sufi CorrespondenceFrom isabella mori, Writer, psychologist. Link to this review on Amazon.com





This book is like a delicious box of rich, handcrafted chocolate. You don’t want to wolf it down in one gulp – I would go as far as saying you can’t. And it is almost as if you cannot “read” it, either; instead, what I recommend you do is to sit down with it and be with it, experience it, taste it slowly.

This book signifies the depth of Shamcher’s and Carol’s love for each other, of teacher and student, of two people who are entirely dedicated to show the very best of humanity to each other and thus, to the world. The very best – and at the same time nothing: “Congratulate yourself that you don’t ‘find’ yourself now,” says Shamcher, “Who do you think I am? Nobody and everybody. But is this good? Yes, excellent, and besides: it is true.”

Carol pours her whole heart and soul and life out to Shamcher, lyrically, with a childlike trust:

“The waves go up and down, sometimes my little boat is soaring. sometimes it is almost drawn under.
I must leave this boat and walk upon the waters direct.”

Shamcher’s acceptance and humility show themselves literally in every letter, it is the many strands of gold that shoot through the book. He smiles upon the various factions within the Sufi community, never criticizes harshly, sees value in everyone. “Everyone has a message and is worth listening to.”

This book of letters make me want to cry out with Shamcher’s words: “Oh, what precious beauty … I feel so small, so grateful!”