The Mullah is on his deathbed…
“Fatima,” he said, “We’ve been through so much together. Do you remember when the shop burned down, and we lost everything? We had to start all over from nothing, but you were by my side.”
His wife solemnly replied, “I remember, Mullah.”
“Fatima,” he continued, “when our little Ahmed was killed in that terrible donkey cart accident, I was heartbroken. I didn’t think I could go on, but you were by my side.”
She began to softly cry, “I know, dear.”
When I was shot hunting rabbits, you were there by my side. When we lost the house in that flood, and when my health started failing, you were still by my side.
“And now,” Sol went on, “As I’m about to leave this world, here you are…”
Fatima sobbed, “Right here by your side, dear Mullah”
“Fatima,” he said, “I’m beginning to think you might be bad luck.”