A confectioner was decorating his shop in Baghdad’s bazaar early in the morning when a poor man came and the shopkeeper said, “Babaji, come and sit down.”
The story of The Prostitute and the Beggar
A confectioner was decorating his shop in Baghdad’s bazaar early in the morning when a poor man came and the shopkeeper said, “Babaji, come and sit down.”
When Faqir sat down, the confectioner offered hot milk to Faqir.
Faqir drank the milk and thanked Allah Almighty and said to this confectioner, “Brother, thank you.” A prostitute was sitting on the steps in the bazaar with his friend enjoying the weather.
It was raining lightly, there was mud in the bazaar. Faqir was passing through the bazaar in his wave, That the poor man’s a mud feet splatter flew from walk and fell on the clothes of the prostitute. When the prostitute’s friend saw this scene, he became very angry.
He got up and slapped on the face Faqir and said,
“A You Faqir , you don’t know how to walk?”
The poor man laughed and looked up at the sky and said. My Allah is also very selfless, he gives milk from somewhere and slaps from somewhere. Saying this, Faqir went ahead, When the prostitute was walking on the roof, her foot slipped and fell on the ground over head .
She was so badly injured that she died on the spot.
There was a noise that the poor man had turned towards the sky and gave Bad prayer , due to which this precious life was lost. The beggars had not yet reached the other corner of the bazaar when the people grabbed the beggar and said: That you become very poor here there, You don’t even have the courage
