"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.
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.
Sharing the baklava (A learned foreign scientist came to Aksehir and said he wanted to challenge the wits of the most knowledgeable person in the city. )
One day the Hodja was invited to a wedding. Having arrived in his shabby, everybody clothing nobody seemed to take any notice of him. Well, this wouldn't do. He bided his chance and slipped out unnoticed.
He returned, wearing his best robe and his fine fur coat. From the entrance on he was overwhelmed with compliments, given the best seat at the table and urged to partake of the choicest morsels. Smiling, he began to dip the sleeve of his fur coat into the dishes, saying:
- Help yourself, my fur coat!
- What are you doing, Hodja Effendi? cried the host and some guests in alarm.
- Why, i was just inviting my fur coat to partake of these delicacies, since it seems to command so much respect! A few minutes ago, without my fur coat, i wasn't even noticed. Because of it, i am now being overwhelmed with attentions!.
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