But the boy Yusuf, of course, said that he was not afraid of anything, and he made himself ready to listen. Then suddenly there was a sound of bells ringing loudly and shouting from the direction of his father’s estate—that always happened when anybody arrived. The boy immediately forgot all about the old man in the black hat and dashed away to see who had arrived.

It turned out to be only one of his father’s junior subordinates, and the boy ran back as fast as he could, but the old man was no longer there on the road. Yusuf was very upset and went back to the estate. Choosing his moment carefully, he went up to his father and asked: ‘Father! Do you know anything about a Maghrib prayer carpet?’ His father suddenly turned pale, began shaking all over, fell down on the floor and died. At this the boy was frightened and he ran to his mother. ‘Mother!’ he shouted. ‘A terrible thing!’ She came up to him, smiled, put her hand on his head and asked: ‘What is it, my son?’ ‘Mother,’ cried the boy, ‘I went to father and asked him about something, and he suddenly fell down dead!’ ‘What did you ask?’ she said with a frown. ‘About a Maghrib prayer carpet!’ he answered, and suddenly she also turned deadly pale, shook all over, and fell down dead.

The boy was left all alone, and soon his father’s powerful enemies had seized the estate and driven him out into the wide world. For a long time he wandered the length and breadth of Persia until finally he found himself in the khankah of a renowned Sufi and became his pupil. Several years went by, and Yusuf approached this Sufi when he was alone, bowed and said: ‘Teacher, I have studied with you now for several years. May I ask you one question?’ ‘Ask it, my son,’ said the Sufi with a smile. ‘Teacher, do you know anything about a Maghrib prayer carpet?’ The Sufi turned pale, clutched at his heart, and fell down dead.

Then Yusuf fled as fast as his legs would carry him and became a wandering dervish who walked through Persia in search of renowned teachers. But all those he asked about the Maghrib carpet fell down on the ground and died. Gradually Yusuf grew old and feeble. He began to be tormented by the thought that soon he would die, and leave no trace behind him on the earth.

One day, when he was sitting in a tea house and thinking of all of this, he suddenly saw the same old man in the black hat. The old man was exactly the same as before; the years had done nothing at all to age him. Yusuf ran up to him, sank to his knees, and implored him: ‘Most venerable sheik! I have sought you all of my life! Tell me about the Maghrib prayer carpet!’ The old man in the black hat said: ‘Very well. Have it your own way.’ Yusuf prepared himself to listen. The old man sat opposite him, sighed deeply, and died. For a whole day and night Yusuf sat in silence facing his corpse. Then he got up, took the black hat from the old man’s head, and placed it on his own. He had a few small coins left, and before leaving he used them to buy a sugar cockerel from the owner of the tea house.

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It's exactly that, random images and gikopoi.

Oh, nice. Guess I should have posted this question before lurking, huh?

Just do whatever, lol.

Then maybe i'll stop by and post a random image every once in a while.

Or come to gikopoi once in a while

I did try, but people were always AFK the few times I played it...