
Hearing his mother's cry, he looked around and saw her standing beside him. They were together in the drawing-room. For a moment he was puzzled and said: "By Allah, Mother, I dreamed that I lived in a royal palace and was served by the maidservants. I sit on the throne of the caliph, I rule, I give orders. Swear to Allah, Mother, I saw it with my own eyes, not like a dream." He thought for a moment and then said, "Indeed, I am POE Hassan. It must have been a dream. I am the caliph of a dream, full of power and joy." But he was lost again and said to himself, "No, this is not a dream. I must be the Caliph. I have also done the work of rewarding good and punishing evil."
"My son! Don't let your dreams spoil your brain. You'll end up in the loony bin. If you dream like this, some demon is playing tricks on you. Demons have their own magic. My son! Did you eat and drink with anyone last night?"
'Yes! Hassan thought for a moment. "I had a drink with another guy last night, and I told him about my situation. There is no doubt that this man is the devil. Mom! You're right. I'm POE Hassan."
"Son, I have good news for you. Yesterday Prime Minister Zhang Erfan visited me and gave me 100 gold coins. He arrested four old men next door and slapped them each with 400 slaps, declaring them guilty of violating their neighbors. They were deported."
"Old shrew! Hassan screamed at his mother's words. "Don't you dare deny me and say I'm not the Caliph! Yesterday it was I who ordered Zhang Erfan to punish those old men. It was also my order that he came to comfort you. I also asked him to give you 100 gold coins. I am indeed the caliph. You old bitch! How dare you turn right and wrong to deceive me." As he spoke, he got up and pulled out a branch and beat his mother until she screamed and screamed. The neighbors came and saw Hassan beating her and Shouting, "Old bitch! I am clearly the caliph! How dare you lie and play tricks on me!"
The neighbor heard him and thought he must be crazy. Without thinking, they rushed to catch him, tied him up, and took him to an insane asylum. "What is wrong with this young man?" asked the dean.
"He's crazy." "Said the neighbor.
"By Allah," Hassan said, "I'm not crazy. They're all lying. I am the caliph."
'It is you who lie, you mad man! The prioress immediately took off his clothes, put a heavy chain around his neck, and chained him to the bars, beating him every day. Hassan languished in an insane asylum for ten days. Later, his mother went to see him and said, "Hassan, my son, come to your senses. This is the devil playing a trick on you."
"Yes, Mother, you are right, and now that I have repented and come to my senses, prove it and get me out. I'll die if I stay here any longer. '
His mother hurried to get permission from the dean and took him home to recuperate.
After a month's rest at home, he gradually recovered and began to look forward to entertaining again. So he was in high spirits, arranging the living room, preparing the rich food, the old life still attracted him. He sat at the end of the bridge, as usual, waiting for a passing stranger to meet him for a drink. This time the first to pass in front of him happened to be the High King, the Caliph, Hruna Raad. Hassan said glumly to him:
"You are no longer welcome. You are the devil."
The caliph passed by and said, "Brother, did I not say that I would visit you again?"
"I don't need you. As the old saying goes, 'Keep away from small people. 'I entertained you that day, but I was enchanted, enchanted, and restless."


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