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Smell of the dream
Dead tired Hodja came home and thought:
- Suppose that I have delighted soup here, now... And say that I add a little bit red peppery fresh butter to the surface of the soup... And say that I eat spoonfuls out of the soup dish...
While Hodja was thinking the soup, the door was knocked. Hodja opened the door and a neighbour son appeared with an empty bowl.
- What is that, Child? asked Hodja
- Please Hodja, my mother is very ill. Could you give us some soup?
Hodja was confused and terrified. When he send the boy back he thought again:
~ Neigbours!, They are smelling even your dreams.
:: Nasreddin Hodja ::
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Aboul Hassan `Ali ibn Ja`far al-Kharqani
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Aboul Hassan `Ali ibn Ja`far al-Kharqani: He was the Ghawth (Arch-Intercessor) of his time and unique in his station. He was the Qiblah (focus of attention) of his people and an Ocean of Knowledge from which saints still receive waves of light...
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Ch Hisham Kabbani
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