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… ✍️Latif was the poorest beggar in the village.
Every night he slept in the hall of another house.
in front of the city’s central square.
Every day it lay under a different tree,
.with his hand outstretched and his gaze lost in thought.
I ate alms or crusts every afternoon
and a charitable person approached him.

However, despite his appearance and the way he spends his days,
.latif was considered by all to be the wisest man in town,
maybe not so much for his intelligence,
but for all he had lived.

On a sunny morning, the king himself appears in the square in the center of the village. .he walks among the stalls with fruit and cheap things, without buying anything.
Distracted, joking at merchants and buyers, the king almost came across Latif, who was sleeping in a shady spot.
.someone whispered to him that he was in front of the poorest of his subjects, but also of the most respected man in the village, for his wisdom.
Amused, the king approached the beggar and said:
.- If you answer a question, I’ll give you this gold coin.
Latif looked at the king and the coin fluttering in front of him, almost contemptuously, then replied:
„You can keep your money.” Why would I want her?
What is your question?
.And the king was provoked to answer
and instead of a trivial question,
he was sent with a question that had troubled him for days
and could not be resolved.
A matter of goods and resources
that his analysts had failed to resolve.

.Latif’s answer was correct and creative.

The king was surprised; he left his coin at the beggar’s feet
and continued on his way through the market, meditating on what had happened.

The next day the king reappeared on the market.
.he no longer walks among the merchants,
He went straight to the place where Latif was resting, this time under an olive grove.
Again the king asked a question and again Latif
he answered quickly and wisely.
.the sovereign was again struck by such lucidity.
He humbly took off his sandals
and he sat down on the ground before Latif.
„Latif, I need you,” he said. „I’m overwhelmed with decisions.”
that I must take him as king. .I don’t want to hurt people
nor should I be a sovereign evil. Please come to the palace
and be my counselor. I promise you won’t miss anything,
that you will be respected and that you can leave whenever you want … please.

.out of compassion, service or surprise, the fact is that Latif,
After thinking for a few minutes, he accepted the king’s proposal.

That same afternoon, Latif arrived at the palace.
where he was immediately assigned a luxurious room
.just two hundred yards from the royal bedroom.

A bathtub with essences and hot water was waiting for him in the room.
In the coming weeks the king’s consultations
they have become habits.

.Every day, in the morning and in the afternoon, the monarch sent for his new adviser
to consult him on matters of the kingdom,
about his own life or about his spiritual doubts.

Latif always answered with clarity and precision.

.the newcomer became the king’s favorite interlocutor.
After three months of stay, there were no measures,
decision or decision that the monarch did not consult with his valuable adviser.

Obviously, this triggered the jealousy of all the courtiers
.who saw the beggar-consultant as a threat
for their own influence and to the detriment of their material interests.

One day, all the other counselors asked the king for an audience.
They told him very cautiously and seriously.
.”Your friend Latif, as you say, intends to overthrow you.”

„You can’t,” said the king, „I don’t think so.”

„You can confirm with your own eyes,” they all said.
Every night, at about five o’clock, Latif sneaks out of the palace
.to the south wing and secretly meet in a hidden room,
we don’t know who.
I asked him where he went a few afternoons
and answered evasively.
This attitude has come to alert us to his conspiracy.

.the king was disappointed and wounded. He had to confirm those versions.

That afternoon, at five o’clock, he was waiting hidden at the corner of a staircase.
From there he saw how Latif really came to the door,
He looked sideways with the key around his neck
.he opened the wooden door and slipped in
sneaking into the room.

– You saw? – the courtiers shouted – Have you seen?

Followed by his personal guard, the monarch knocked on the door.

– WHO? Latif said from inside.

.”It is I, the king,” said the sovereign. „Open my door.”

Latif opened the door.
No one was there except Latif.
No door, no window, no secret door,
no furniture to hide anyone.

There was only a used wooden plate on the floor.
.in a corner a stick and in the center of the piece
a natural robe hanging from a hook on the ceiling.

„Are you conspiring against me, Latif?” The king asked.

„What do you think, Your Majesty?” Latif replied.
By no means do I want to convey that I recommend for the mother to be inactive.

.”But you come here every afternoon in secret.”
What do you look for if you don’t see anyone?
Why are you secretly coming to this room?

Latif smiled and approached the torn robe
hanging from the ceiling. He stroked her and said to the king,

.- Only six months ago, when I arrived, the only thing I had was
I was this tunic and this plate and this wooden stick, „said Latif.
Now I feel so comfortable in the clothes I’m wearing,
.in such a comfortable bed where I sleep,
the respect you give me is so flattering
and so fascinating is the power my place gives you …
that I come every day to make sure I don’t forget
who I am and where I came from.

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