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.
The villagers gasped. "Look! The green is spreading from the Hodja’s robe to the soil!" Yesil Cubbesini Giymis
Ahmed looked at the brown, barren fields and laughed. "The world is still gray and dead, Hodja! You’ve gone mad." He walked back to his house, his green