A story that Abu Yazid said about this topic. I used to think that in my righteousness towards my mother, I was doing it not out of my own desires, but rather to glorify the law, as it commanded me to honor it. So I used to find in myself great pleasure. I imagined that that pleasure was from glorifying the truth in my possession, not from agreeing with myself. Then she said to me one night: It's cold, give me water to drink, Abu Yazid, so it was difficult for me to move, so I said, "By God, what she was asking me to do was not made easy except to agree. It was in my soul from where I did not feel, so he undid his work and did not deliver it to her." Abu Yazid said, so I made a struggle and brought the jug to her, and I found that she had quickly fallen asleep and fell asleep, so I stood with the jug on the Her head until she woke up, so I handed her the cup, and a piece of the skin of my finger remained in the ear of my finger due to the severity of the cold. It became extinct, s