For the doorman has fallen asleep and neglected, and the door remains without a guard, and neither the thoughts of the souls nor the thoughts of the devils have found anyone to prevent them from entering his heart. He says, “Labbayk” with his tongue and imagines that he is answering the call of his Lord by coming to him, and he is answering the call of his soul or his devil who is calling him in his heart, O so-and-so, so he says. Here you are, so the thought says to him according to what his companion sent him with, whether a soul or a demon, and what he brought to him other than what was prescribed for him to turn to in that situation. So the owner of that thought says to him when he says: Here you are, O God, here you are. Welcome to the house of the one who gives you deprivation, disappointment, and clear loss, and rejoices in making him a god. By God, had it not been for the grace and mercy of God in the inner tongue and the situation and the previous intention, He would have