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Once upon a time... Allah had many servants. 'Once upon a time, when the sieve was made of straw, the camels were crier, the fleas were barbers; While the donkey is the seal keeper and the mule is the squire; While I was rocking my father's cradle; Your wound is pure, your head is hot, white... beard, black beard, a fresh beard from the barber's hand... 'If I were a butcher, I wouldn't be able to shake the cleaver, If I were a blacksmith, I wouldn't be able to shoe the mule, If I were to go to the bathhouse, would I ask about the natir, the one who is nadan doesn't know for the sake of a friend. 'I came from the stream, I came from the hill, I entered the ballot box and what did I see, a lady was sitting in the corner. I did this, I did that, the lady got up, looked at my face, we went on the road together, we neither turned to the right nor to the left... We went little, we went long, we went straight up and down, we went for six months and one autumn, and then we looked back. We have gone a long way... You can't go back, you can't go forward, let me tell you a story, come along... 'Once upon a time, once upon a time. 'There was a city in Istanbul, the most beautiful of all lands, the sultan of legends...
