they are extremely numerous. For valuable and beneficial things are multiplied.1
O you self-centred human being! Apart from the thousands of instances of wisdom in the creation of flies, consider the following small benefit that concerns you and leave off your hostility towards them. For just as they offer you some familiarity in your exile, solitude and loneliness, so do they warn you against sliding into heedlessness and your thought wandering. You see flies that through their delicate manner and their washing their faces and eyes as though taking ablutions are giving you a lesson and reminding you of human duties like action and cleanliness.
Moreover, bees, which may be thought of as a sort of fly, give you honey to eat, the sweetest and most delicate of bounties. And as is stated by the Qur’an of Miraculous Exposition, they are distinguished by receiving divine inspiration. So to be hostile towards them although they should be loved; indeed, to be hostile towards creatures that suffer all sorts of difficulties in hastening in friendship to assist man, is wrongful and unjust. We may combat harmful creatures only to repel their harm. We fight wolves to protect sheep from their attack, for example.
Mosquitoes and fleas fall upon the turbid blood flowing in the veins polluted by harmful substances, indeed they are charged with consuming the polluted blood. So in hot weather when there is blood surplus to the body’s needs, why should they not be natural cuppers? It is possible...
Glory be to Him whose art bewilders the mind!
At one time when I was struggling with my evil-commanding soul, it was imagining that the bounties it saw in itself to be its own property, and it became conceited, proud and boastful. I told it: “This property is not yours; it is on trust.” So it gave up its conceit and pride but became lazy, it said: “Why should I bother about someone who is not mine? Let him perish, what is it to me?” Suddenly I saw that a fly had alighted on my hand and had started to thoroughly clean its eyes, face, and wings, which were its trust from God. The fly was washing itself just like a soldier cleans his rifle and uniform thoroughly, which belong to the state. I said to my soul: “You look at that!” It looked and learned a good lesson. As for the fly, it became my conceited and lazy soul’s teacher and instructor.
Fly excretion is not harmful medically; in fact, sometimes it is a sweet
How beautifully and subtly the following lines by the celebrated Yunus Emre allude to the wonderful works of dominical art that are the fly’s wings and body: “I loaded a single fly’s wing onto forty ox carts; Forty of them could not haul it; it remainded thus decreed.”