Yesil - Cubbesini Giymis

"Patience," the Hodja replied, and he began to walk toward the local stream. A crowd of curious villagers followed him, wondering if the Hodja was about to perform a miracle or simply make a fool of himself.

Ahmed looked at the brown, barren fields and laughed. "The world is still gray and dead, Hodja! You’ve gone mad."

When he reached the bank, the Hodja took off his green robe and laid it gently over a patch of frozen, muddy ground. He sat down beside it and began to hum a low, melodic tune. For hours, he sat there, refusing to move even as the sun climbed higher.

The villagers gasped. "Look! The green is spreading from the Hodja’s robe to the soil!"