Far at foothills, there was a village. Recently, the people of village were gloomy. The year didnt bring much of the anticipated rainfall. If it do not rain now, there are chances of being draught. The villagers decided to approach the Sufi Saint residing uphills, and ask him to pray for rainfall.
The saint was just done hanging his clothes after washing. Villagers requested for the special prayer. To that he replied, " Oh ! the Allah is keen on playing games with me, he doesnt listen to me, and is always interfering in my work. Useless as it is, i dont think he will hear my plea." Suddenly the cloud burst and it started raining. Villagers were amazed and about to thank the Saint when he broke out, " See, I told you he is keen on not allowing me to do my task, now he would not allow even my clothes to DRY !!!!"
The saint was just done hanging his clothes after washing. Villagers requested for the special prayer. To that he replied, " Oh ! the Allah is keen on playing games with me, he doesnt listen to me, and is always interfering in my work. Useless as it is, i dont think he will hear my plea." Suddenly the cloud burst and it started raining. Villagers were amazed and about to thank the Saint when he broke out, " See, I told you he is keen on not allowing me to do my task, now he would not allow even my clothes to DRY !!!!"
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