Heedless of you who are in the intersection of the puzzle, he quietly said that the third figure is the ally of the devil.
“I know the learned master. Hard worker. Abid are diligent and patient. But be careful not to become allies of the devil master. Servant.”
“I? Servants?”
He said he was not accusing you. Just a warning not to get caught up in networks of Satan. Became friends and allies.
“I remind the threat. Authorities without knowledge, without favor scholar, a mystic with blind faith. Rottenness of the world lies on the shoulders of those people. A ruler does not become corrupt until they turn away from the clergy, and scholars do not become corrupt until they get along with a ruler, and the mystic does not become corrupt until they seek to show off, and the greed of the clergy for want of piety, and the hypocrisy of Sufis because of the desire to believe in God. Tlah remind. Watch out!”
Having said that, the man then said goodbye and then. Without looking at all. From the back you see the pace was steady. Occasional stumble. Occasionally exert every effort withdraw his feet tread the submerged sand. The wind blew hard raising thousands of grains of sand into the air with the man’s loss of sight of your eyes.
Long you been standing there before deciding to run in the opposite direction. You lower the cloth over your face to prevent the sand face and your eyes devour. You walk slowly across the desert sands plant sludge steps. You’re in the dock. Boarded merchant ships to the mainland southeast. Java! ***
Very nice story. I enjoyed it very much. Thank you.
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