Allah nous envoie quelqu’un pour Le représenter, Lui et Sa Gloire, Son Pouvoir, Son Amour, Sa Beauté, Son Savoir et Sa Sagesse infinie.Je ne dis pas que ces représentants sont une représentation entière… peut-être seulement un atome.
One friday Hodja broke wind by accident in the mosque. It was a clear sound in the middle of the silience but according to the social rules, the mosque people behaved as if nothing had happened, nobody spoke or looked at him. They kept quite and continued to perform the ritual as usual.
This mistake made a painful impression on Hodja and he decided to leave the village, immediately. Hodja packed his personal things and rode his donkey away in the middle of the night without saying goodbye to relatives and friends.
12 years later Hodja thought that mosque people had probably forget his tragic accident and he decided to move back to his home village.
On the village way Hodja met a boy from his village. It was a wonderful opportunity to learn whether people remembered his event in the mosque or not.
- How old are you, my boy? Hodja smiled and wished to begin a conversation with the child.
- I don't know exactly, replied the boy, but I know that I was born the same year Hodja broke wind in the mosque.
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