மொழிபெயர்ப்பு: கடவுளின் வேலைக்காரன்

God’s Servant

Mullah Nasruddin was sitting at a roadside cafe, eating a frugal meal of rice and beans, which was all he could afford. Idly watching people walking past the cafe, Nasruddin noticed a tall, well-built, and stylish man who stood out amongst the crowd. Sporting a purple velvet turban, tastefully embroidered vest, finely tailored silk shirt, baggy satin trousers, and a gold scimitar tucked into a broad gold belt, the stranger was making heads turn as he strutted down the street.