Daydreams
A large crowd of mourners and well-wishers attended the cemetery for Hajj Abu Mahmoud. He was one of the few Jerash merchants known for his honesty and integrity and was known as the “Shah Bandar of Jerash’s merchants.”
After the graveyard sermon and the prayers for the deceased were over, a young man in his early thirties appeared and began praising the deceased by mentioning his good qualities and praying for mercy for him. He turned to the right and left, asking: Where is Mahmoud, the son of the deceased?
A young man approached him, his face covered in dust, and his expression sad, and told him that he was Mahmoud.
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of money, shouting: Guys, I’m Abdul Mohsen Ameen, and my investment office is at Bab Amman roundabout. The late Hajj Abu Mahmoud came to my office less than a month ago and decided to invest with me an amount worth a thousand dinars. Praise be to God, and thanks to his grace, the net profit was four hundred dinars, excluding the capital. Bear witness, everyone, that I handed over the entire amount to his son Mahmoud.
The men began to look at each other in amazement at this quick profit, and they began to push each other and go home without offering condolences. They had gathered their savings, and they sold the gold of their wives and daughters, and they began to chant: Where are you, Abdul Mohsen Ameen’s office?!!
The livelihood of the fools is in the insane ones