Two friends were sitting in a coffee shop and smoking a hookah.
- What a blessing it is to have two wives! - one said dreamily to the other.
He described his extraordinary experiences in eloquent words, never ceasing to admire the fact that the two flowers had such a different aroma. The friend's eyes became larger and larger with admiration. “It’s like living in heaven,” he thought, “my friend lives. But why was it not me, but my friend, who was given this joy to experience the sweetness of owning two women?
Soon he had a second wife. But when on their wedding night he wanted to share her bed, she angrily rejected him:
- Don’t bother me sleeping, go to your first wife. I don't want to be the fifth wheel in a cart. It's either me or her.
To find solace, he went to another wife.
“You have no place here,” she shouted in rage. - If you took a second wife, and I’m no longer sweet to you, then go to her.
He had no choice but to go to the nearest mosque to find peace there. When he assumed a prayer position and tried to fall asleep, he heard a cough behind him. He turned around in surprise. It turns out that it was none other than his good friend, who was ranting to him about the happiness of having two wives.
- Why did you come here? - he asked him in surprise.
“My wives won’t let me near them.” This has been going on for many months.
- But why then did you tell me about how wonderful it is to live with two wives?
“I felt so alone in this mosque and I wanted a friend next to me.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru