This, too, Shall Pass . . . Bu da Geçer . . .YA HU

YA BAKİ ENTEL BAKİ

A dervish who had traveled long and hard through the desert finally came to civilization afer a long journey. The village was called Sandy Hills, and it was dry and hot. Except for the hay feed and some shrubs, not much greenery was to be found. Cattle were the main means of livelihood for the people of Sandy Hills, had the condition of the soil been different, they might have been able to engage in agriculture as well.

The dervish politely asked a passerby if there was someplace where he could find fool and lodging for the night. “Well,” said the man, scratching his head, “we don’t have such a place in our village, but I am sure Shakir would be happy to provide for you tonight.” Then the man gave directions to the ranch owned by Shakir, whose name means “one who thanks the Lord constantly.”

On his way…

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