When Mulla was walking down the street, a man tore off his hat and ran away. Mulla realized that he could not catch up with the thief. Without thinking twice, he ran to the cemetery, sat down on a stone and began to wait.
“Mulla, the one who grabbed your hat,” said a passerby, “ran towards the bazaar, why did you
came here?
“Don’t worry,” Mulla replied. “Wherever he goes—whether he goes to the market or ascends to heaven—he will eventually come here.”