The Money Dealer and the Bandit

once upon a time, a trader specializing in money-for-money trades opened a shop in the coin market to buy and sell.

one day, he came home from the shop, carrying a bag of money, passing by a group of thieves.

the thieves looked at that bag of money, very red eyes, but they couldn't figure out a good way.

and then one of them, a man of many tricks, exaggerates to his partners, "i have a way to get that bag of money in his hand." "wait and see!" this guy seemed confident and followed the money dealer.

the money dealer returned home, put the money bag on the table and prepared to wash his hands for worship.

he said to the maid, "i'm going to pray and pour me a pot of water to wash my hands." i was in a hurry to pee in the toilet.

as he had said, the maid had been careful to fetch water, but she had neglected to close the door, which gave the thief the chance to break in, grab the bag on the table and slip away immediately.

he went back to his partners and spoke about how he had stolen money.

and the companions listened to him, praising, saying, “by god, allah the almighty, there can be no denying that you are the best of those who do good.” this is a particularly good thing that no one can do.

but now the money dealer's home must be in trouble.

and you think that the merchant who came out of the toilet and found the bag missing, would blame the maid and beat her.

you're not perfect for this! if you can save the maid and save her from suspicion and abuse, you will be a good man.” “if allah wills, i will save the girl from injustice.” after that, the liar left his partners and ran back to the money dealer's door.

he listened in his ear, and the maid was whipped by his master, weeping and weeping.

he couldn't wait to knock on the door and hear the merchant's voice: “who knocks?” "i, the servant of the house next to your shop." liars lie.

the money dealer opened the door and asked, "what do you want from me?" he said, "why are you throwing this bag of money in front of the store and leaving without packing?" if someone picks it up, it's a big loss, and thanks to our master's knowledge, it's for you.” liar, come out of the bag.

when the money dealer saw the bag, he was so surprised, he was like, "this is my bag!" “swear to allah, you must write a receipt to our master so i can give you the money.” the liar was calm, "no, i'm afraid the master will suspect that i didn't pay.

please write a receipt and put a private stamp on it." the money dealer was convinced, of course, to go home and write the receipt.

at that point, the fraudster, with his wallet, turned around and fled without a trace.

thus, the maid cleared her of her grievances and the bag was in the hands of the liar。