[171] The story of Baghdad's cock, tailor, Jew, Christian, and Gentile… (Episode - 11)

After a year, he came again one day. Pretty serene. I gave him a warm welcome. And I said, I will not leave you without food today.

He smiled a lot, then agreed on one condition. I can stand. But what will cost today, is all mine. I have to spend my money.

I said, OK, so be it....

I took care of him at home and went to the market. I brought some good expensive wine and meat. Along with that some fruits and sweets. The food system was quite good. I arranged the food on the table and called him. Play with a lot of interest. But he was surprised to see that he ate all the food with his left hand. I thought maybe my right hand was injured in the accident.

When I finished eating, I noticed that the left hand was dusty without the help of the right hand. Unable to suppress my curiosity, I asked, "Well, what happened to your right hand?"

Guy removed the lighthouse and showed it to me. His right hand was cut from the wrist. The boy said, "You were not insulted when I came to your house today and played with my left hand; I hope so. Because I have no other way to eat with my right hand. And there is a strange story behind cutting this hand. What kind?

Then the boy began to tell his story. I was born in Baghdad. My father was a millionaire trader there. From the time I was growing up, I learned to understand my father's business fairly well.

To Be Continued

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