"O my son! You are submitting to your tongue. Stop letting it control you, for I fear it will sever the wings of your soul. You have developed a rotten reputation and allowed the gift of speech to become a misfortune upon you.
The people of the village make a mockery of you and flee at the mention of your name. The tongue thrives off of the sovereignty entrusted to it, unknowingly by yourself, yet you are unaware of this very fact. Not once have I asked anything of you, but for the sake of your afterlife, I will ask of you just one favour – hold your tongue, be silent.”
“But father, there is nothing that can silence the recklessness of my tongue. I have tried every method and listened to every advice, yet still, I cannot discipline the tongue. My heart grows restless of searching for a cure.”
“My son! How can you discipline the tongue when you cannot discipline the heart? And how can you discipline the heart when you cannot discipline the tongue? The tongue reflects the condition of the heart and the heart reflects the condition of the soul.
Nourish the tongue! Say the sweet words of remembrance. Appease its desire to be heard and in turn your heart will call: Allah Allah! You will win the attention of your Lord and not of the people. Once the tongue has tasted the sweetness of faith, never shall it return to its erroneous ways. There is nothing the Dhikr of Allah cannot cure!”