That day, Sultan Murat III. Khan was strange, looks agitated. As he if wants to say something then renounces. Not cheery not sad. Vizier asks:


"What's the matter sur, is there a problem ?"


"I dreamed a strange thing last night"


"All is well, i hope"


"We will see, is it good or bad!"


"How?"


"Get ready, we are going out"

As two derwish, wears diguise they start out. It looks, sultan is still under the affect of that the dream and he knows where they will go. With series, determined steps to amount to Beyazıt, turnt to Vefa, goes around from Zeyrek then have a rest around Unkapanı. He looks around carefully. At that moment they see a corpse lies down. Asks:


"who is this?"


People:


"Oh hodja! Dont try" says "That is an alcoholic man"


"Where do you know that?"


"Allow to know this. He was our neighbour for a long time"


Another one goes into the details, says,


"Do yu know? In fact he is a good artist, works in Azaplar Downtown, makes the best of shoes, but he spends his earnings to alcohol and prostituon and also carries bottles of vine to home. And besides where the woman who is knowns by everyone goes with."


Especially one of the old man is too furious;


"If you want, ask the neighbours" says "Ask them anyone saw him in a mosque?"


Then, inhabitants of this quarter go there. Our disguise two derwish leave in a lurch, while the vizier is going, sultan stoppes him


"Where?"


"I dont know, i think you keep away from that man"


"These are people, they can go. I cant say something to everyone... But we cant go, he is the member of our country, we have to finish the burial" "The best thing to do is sending some imams,we can save from this sin." "No, we couldnt solve the hidden cause of this dream."


"What do you order to do me then?"


"Continue to be derwish,at least we have to bury this corpse."


"But sir, how can we bury?"


"We bury with normal methods."


"Please dont do that sir, there are many things to bury this corpse, like washing and wrapping in a shroud then burying..."


"Dont worry, i can do these, but first we have to find a morg."


"Just here there was a quarter mosque but..."


"No, you wish in the corpse's shoes, where did you want to be washed?"


"Hmm, i dont know, from Hagia Sophia or Suleymaniye Mosque at least Fatih Mosque"


"In Ayasofya and Süleymaniye there are many members of goverment, i dont want to be known. But Fatih Mosque is a good idea. Come on lets carry." And they came to mosque. Vizier run together and finds shroud and coffin. Sultan boils the water.


Reason of rule they qash the corpse then it started to shinig as light. His face is not like an alcoholic man. And they can see a meaning smiling in his lips. Sultan and the vizier starts to like from this man.

Then the unknown shoemaker wrapped in a shroud, put in a coffin and lay on the stone of musalla. But there is a lot of time to salaat.


"Sir, we are in a trouble."


"How?"


"We were too excited and brought the corpse here. Maybe he has a wife, maybe has children..."


"True, anyway... Stay with him. I will go around the quarter."


Vizier continues to pray. Sultan runs to the place where starts the story. He finds the shoemaker's home. An old lady opens the door, listens the story with a big firmness like waiting this dying...


"Give up your legitimate claim. Maybe you are so tired."


Lady sits and thinks. Is she crying? No.


"Do you know?" says with a big sorrow, "My husband was a very interesting man. He makes shoes till the nights, but when he saw a man who has a bottle of wine, he bought the wine with his all of money, then poured it to toilet."


"Why?"


"For not drinking the muslims"


"Amazing!"


"Then he pays the prostitute's money and brings them to home. 'Did i take your time? Yes, i took' said 'Then you have to listen.' "He went and i tell stories and read books about Islam."


"Look at that! Where as everyone knows him so different."


"He wasnt care what they said. He went to far mosques everytime. 'I had to be with an imam like this i have to see the Kabah. Now how many imams liv like this?' For this reason he went to Sofular and Nishanci."


"Even one day i said,'Look you are doing like that but neighbours will know you a bad man. Believe me your corpse will be left in the lurch. 'True, isnt it? I dont want to inconvenience to everyone' said and he digged his grave but i said the work is not finishing with grave. Who will wash and bury you?"


"Then what did he say?"


"First he laughed for a long time then 'God is too lofty' said 'What's the Sultan's job?"

There are many slave of God, the people dont know them. Sometimes they dont know their station. Yes, Nalıncı Father is the one of the God's lover who unknown by people. His real name is Master Muhammed Mimi. He is from Bergama. He died in 1592. The sultan did his burial events and he buried this blessed man to his home. Sultan has put a dome up the grave, has put a fountain in front of it. More than this a tekke kept alive his name. His tomb is in Unkapanı, above the Haraçzade Mosque...