He walked back to his house, his green robe fluttering like a leaf in the wind, leaving the villagers to watch the spring bloom exactly where he had rested.
Ahmed looked at the brown, barren fields and laughed. "The world is still gray and dead, Hodja! You’ve gone mad." Yesil Cubbesini Giymis
The Hodja smiled, smoothing the silk of his sleeve. "Ahmed, I am not dressing for a wedding. I am simply keeping pace with the Earth. Today, the world has —it has put on its green robe—and it would be rude of me to remain in my dusty browns." He walked back to his house, his green