Three armlengths for me

Bohlool liked to visit the graveyards. “People here are good
friends,”he used to say. “They do not backbite.”
Once, he sat in a corner of a graveyard and with a long heavy
stick  started  probing   some  of the old  skulls  which lay
scattered about. Harun al-Rashid, the king, passed by and saw
him. Then he asked, “O Bohlool! What are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing very important(especial),” said Bohlool. “I am just
trying to  find out whether the skulls belong to king or paupers.
They are all the same.”
“And what is the stick for?” Harun asked.
“Well, I’m measuring the earth,” Bohlool replied.
“Measuring the earth? What are your findings?” Harun joked.
“It is equal and the same, O king,” Bohlool retorted.
“Three armlengths for me, in spite  of my poverty and
three armlengths for you, in spite of your pomp and wealth.”


One Response to “Three armlengths for me”

  1. dana Says:

    This story was very good make more like these!!

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