The story of Myer Ruf, the cobbler

This article is about the story of Myerlouf, the cobbler.

According to legend, in the ancient Egyptian city of Cairo, there lived a cobbler named Myer Ruf. He was kind-hearted, by the rules, is an honest and decent people, but with him in stark contrast to his treacherous acidic mean, vicious and unusual wife Vatwimai. Because she treats people insidious spicy, shameless, treacherous lazy vicious, therefore, we gave her a nickname: "evil mange". Outside to people treacherous and vicious, at home also do not treat her husband as a human being, always riding on his head to do good. All day and night nagging non-stop cursing. Mairouf too honest, no matter how unreasonable his wife, arbitrarily scolded him, he is practicing the "family scandal can not be publicized" purpose, swallowed his anger.

Because the family is in dire straits, Maier Ruf's hard-earned money, they are spent on his wife, they often starve. His wife, however, did not care about this, and only cared about her own enjoyment. One morning, his wife suddenly said to him:

"Meir Ruf, go and buy me some honeyed pastries and enjoy them. Remember! It has to be honeyed."

"May Allah help so that I can buy you back the honeyed pastries without any problem. Swear to Allah, I don't have a penny in my hand right now!"

"I don't care if Allah helps you or not, but you have to buy me back the honeyed pastries, and if you don't, then you'll see, I'll have to punish you tonight as I did on my wedding night."

"I believe that Allah is almighty and merciful." Mehlouf replied and left the house with a troubled and depressed mood. He went to the mosque and said his morning prayers, muttering one prayer, "Lord! Please reward me for getting pastries, but don't let me suffer from that shrew tonight."

So Mehlruf stayed in the store, counting on mending more shoes for people so that he could earn enough money to satisfy his wife's needs. But half the day passed, and no one came to mend the shoes. The more he waited, the more uneasy he felt, thinking about his tigress-like wife, more and more feel terrible. Because he now do not even have the money to buy bread to feed his hunger, to get the honey cake, that is not simply delusional? For this reason he was so frightened that he no longer had the heart to wait any longer, so he closed and locked the door of his store and walked aimlessly along the street.

He accidentally passed by the pastry store, and could not help but stay there, looking at the pastries inside without saying a word, with tears in his eyes.

The owner, seeing him in that state, asked, "Myrlulf, what is the matter with you? Why are you crying, can you tell me?"

"You know, my powerful wife gave me another problem today, forcing me to buy her back the honeyed cream pastry, but today I waited in the store for most of the day, and did not receive a single job, and did not even earn the money to buy the pastry to feed her hunger, so how can I satisfy my wife's insatiable desire. How can I satisfy my wife's insatiable appetite? It looks as if I am to suffer again tonight, and therefore I am afraid."

The proprietor laughed at Myrlulf's words and said, "How hard can it be, how many pounds of pastry do you intend to buy?"

"Five pounds will suffice."

So the owner weighed five pounds of pastries for him and said, "I have all the cream, just no honey, but I have cane sugar here, which is no worse than honey. You just let her eat what she wants, okay?"

"Okay, then you can give me cane sugar." Buying on credit from others, how could he mean to be too demanding.

The owner fried the pastries in cream and poured cane sugar over them, handed him the resulting pastries, and then asked, "Do you need more pastry and cheese?"

"I would certainly appreciate it if I could have it."

The owner handed him two dollars for the pastry and fifty cents for the cheese, along with five dollars for the pastries, and said, "Myerulf, you ****ing owe me seven dollars and fifty cents. Take it and serve your wife well! There's fifty cents left here, so take it and take a bath. You can pay me back in a few days when you have work to do, earn money, and have more money in your hand."

He thanked the owner and took the pastries, pastry, and cheese with him, saying to himself as he walked away in a spirit of vigor, "Praise be to you, Allah! How merciful you are!" Before he knew it, he had returned home.

When his wife saw him return, she asked, "Have you completed the task given to you?"

"Thanks to Allah, I got it back for you." He replied, placing the food in front of his wife with a flourish.

She glanced at it and saw that it was made of sugar, and said angrily, "Did I not instruct you to buy me something made of honey? How dare you disobey me and actually buy me cane sugar pastries!"

"It wasn't bought, it was bought on credit from someone else." He answered his wife accusingly.

"Nonsense! You know I never eat pastries that aren't made of honey." She was furious and slapped her husband, "Go on, you bad seed! If you don't bring me back the pastries I want today, I'll see if I don't skin you." She said in quick succession, her fists raining down on Maelouf's cheeks, finally knocking out one of his teeth, and the blood trickled all the way down to his chest.