"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.
One hot day Hodja lost his donkey and went to market on foot. He was confused of the market's way and went around all day. Finally he went in an inn to rest himself and said.
- Please innkeeper, show me a bed!
When he got it he lied down himself to the bed and strech out his feet to the pillow. Innkeeper wondered and asked:
- But Hodja, you lied down reverse direction. You should take your head to the pillow!
- No, not at all, my feet are innocent. All my troubles I suffered at the hands of my head.
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