"Après le décès de Cheikh Sharafouddin, j'attendais une ouverture pour émigrer de la Turquie, j'étais dans en séclusion dans la mosquée à côté du tombeau de mon Cheikh, priant une nuit auparavant Fajr.
On day Hodja sat in a tree and was cutting a branch that he was sitting on. A stranger was walking there and saw Hodja.
- Excuse me, Hodja! said stranger, if you keep on cutting the branch, you are going to fall down from the tree.
Hodja didn't care of the stranger and continued to cut the branch for a moment. Then the branch was broken and Hodja fell down.
-Help! Hodja shouted to the neigbours, I must catch that stranger who knew my fall. I'm sure that he knows when I'm going to die, too.
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