This reminds me of the story of Abdul Bashir the young weaver who created a wonderful gown woven with gold and silk threads as his masterpiece.
It was so exquisite that he decided he would present it to Emir.
An audience was arranged, the whole court was assembled to witness Abdul present his masterpiece.
He solemnly progressed down the isle with the garment folded over his outstretched arms towards the Emir.
At a respectful distance he stopped and bowed.
That's when it happened. Abdul let go of a loud, echoing fart.
Red faced he dropped the gown, turned and ran.
To embarrassed to face family and friends he left the city, changed his name to Samir and traveled to the very edge of the empire where he lived a poor and sad life as a hermit. His one dream was that one day he could return to the city but how could he face anyone?
The years past and he heard news the Emir had died and had been succeeded by his son. Knowing the new Emir was in court when Abduls world ended it was too much for him to return.
More years passed and Samir aged as people do, living the hard life in the wild had not been kind and he knew that soon he must surely die.
Oh to return home and see my city one more time before i part this miserable life but no, i just cannot do it.
Then he got word that the new Emir had died and the empire fell to his son.
Samir considered this and decided it would now be safe. I am a very old man and surely there will no one to remember my embarrassment.
Samir packed his few belongs to return to the city.
The new Emir was excited that someone so old would travel so long and hard to see his city and arranged an audience for Samir.
Samir was terrified but was compelled to attend. As he entered the audience chamber he was greatly relieved to see it crowded with young faces, no, aged ones at all, no one to remember that hated day almost 74 years ago.
The Emir said to Samir. "You are a very old man, can we ask, how old are you?"
Samir hesitantly replied, "96 my lord"
The Emire smiled and said "a man of your years has no need for ceremony with us, no need for "my lord", could we ask you why, at your advanced years you have chosen to visit our city"
Samir stuttered "Well my lord, sorry, i was born in this city but left when i was quite young, i longed to see it one more time before i died"
The Emir said, "oh how beautiful, could you tell us please, how long ago you left"
Samir, quite confident now said, "i think it was about 73 or 74 years ago"
"Ahh, yes" said the Emir, " that would be around the time Abdul Bashir farted"
