Gamo replied he was a mashqi whose job was to carry water and give it where needed, sweet water from their private well was brought for the congregation but because nobody was around he thought it was better to water the dry soil around the growing trees if the pir would not remember gamo at least these thirsty trees will
Pir Ibrahim smiled at his explanation and joining his palms in a form of a tray asked gamo to pour water he could drink to remember him by, without bothering to hear the pir gamo opened the mouth of the mashq with bismilla and began pouring the water in the extended joined palms of the pir who swallowed some mouthfuls before acknowledging the water was sweet like gamo s voice, two men leaped forward from nowhere before gamo could answer befittingly asking the pir if he wanted to drink water the cup can be presented , gamo jumped back startled , Ibrahim pir instructed the men to leave, gamo in sheer awe asked him if he was the pir himself
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