One day Hodja went to market to buy new clothes. First he tested a pair of trousers. He didn't like the trousers and he gave back them to the shopkeeper. Then he tried a robe which had same price as the trousers. Hodja was pleased with the robe and he left the shop. Before he climbed on the donkey to ride home he stopped by the shopkeeper and the shop-assistant.
- You didn't pay for the robe, said the shopkeeper.
- But I gave you the trousers instead of the robe, isn't it?replied Hodja.
- Yes, but you didn't pay for the trousers, either! said the shopkeeper.
- But I didn't buy the trousers, replied Hodja. I am not so stupid to pay for something which I newer bought.
Quand le mensonge est appelé vérité , Tel est l'ordre des choses qui prévaut à notre époque ; chaque valeur morale se retrouve bouleversée de telle manière que les gens ne sont plus capables de distinguer le Bien du Mal
"Après le décès de Cheikh Sharafouddin, j'attendais une ouverture pour émigrer de la Turquie, j'étais dans en séclusion dans la mosquée à côté du tombeau de mon Cheikh, priant une nuit auparavant Fajr.
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