A poor dervish woman was pregnant, and her term had come to an end, and this dervish had never had a child in his life.

He said: 'If God Almighty gives me a son, I will donate everything I own, except for this cloak that I wear, to the dervishes.'

By chance, he had a son, and he set a table for the dervishes according to his promise.

After a few years, when I returned from a trip to Syria, I passed by the neighborhood of that friend and asked about his condition.

They said he is in the custody of the police.

I asked the reason.

Someone said: 'His son drank wine, caused a commotion, shed someone's blood, and fled, and because of him, the father has a chain around his neck and heavy shackles on his feet.'

I said: 'He asked for this calamity from God Almighty with his plea!'

Pregnant women, O wise man

If at the time of birth they give birth to a snake

It is better in the eyes of the wise

Than to give birth to unruly children