The Difference Between

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A saintly man and a Perfect One both resided on the 
Outskirts of a beautiful city
Though several miles apart

One day it came to the attention 
Of these two households that a visiting prince 
Desired to pay his respects to the most revered spiritual 
Leader in that province
Wanting to gift a small fortune to that man 
To help further God's work

As there had for years been some question 
Amongst the population who in fact was 
The most spiritual of these two figures
The prince devised something of a contest
As he only had time to visit 
One of these personages

The prince sent word
"In three days I would like to meet with
In my quarters, the chief representative of each 
Of these two renowned religious men 
And after questioning them extensively 
I and my ministers will then determine 
Who in fact of their teachers is the 
Closer to God, and thus 
To whom we will gift God's own bounty" 

The saint upon receiving this news met with 
All his close ones. The council discussed the situation 
For hours, exploring every nuance
And considering how much this gold could mean to them
Then, with a clear majority vote
Ramjoo was chosen

Ramjoo was a strikingly young handsome man
A great hunter, a legendary warrior, a renowned artist
His intellect was superb, his manners impeccable
He spoke twenty different languages 
And was descended from royal blood himself
A great-aunt was a queen
Someone in the saint's camp also knew this prince 
Enjoyed the company of men as well as women
Ramjoo, they all nodded, was the right choice
The Perfect One on receiving this "news" 
From the prince immediately called for Yasamin
No consultation with anyone was needed

Yasamin was a servant woman in the master's 
Household
She was nearly eighty; a famous hag
And had worked for him all her life
No one else in the city would hire Yasamin 
As she was completely mad 
(Perhaps just God-mad), nevertheless her qualifications 
For this essential, delicate diplomacy were exact

She had not combed her hair or bathed for months
She mostly muttered unintelligible sounds 
In her own secret language 
That only the master knew
She often made obscene gestures 
While exposing her private regions

She compulsively picked her nose 
And threw boogers with astounding accuracy
No one had ever known her to go five minutes 
Without loudly farting at least four times
She was psychic too
And would probably start beating the prince if 
She "saw" he had ever gone too far romantically
With his camels

Yasamin, the Perfect One knew
Was the right choice to be his envoy 
Especially when she agreed with a deep, enlightened laugh 
To add to her already majestic-sublimely free-being 
The crown of three live chickens 
She would proudly drape over her head 
Come the appointed 
Royal minute

The day of the prince came. The two envoys entered 
The prince's quarters but were kept separate 
And did not even see one another

Ramjoo went in first 
And from behind a door Yasamin could hear singing
And light lively talk that went on for two hours

She knew what was happening
The prince was falling in love with his new guest

Then Yasamin was brought in 
And the prince could not believe his eyes
He felt tremendously insulted and even became 
A bit terrified when, in fact, Yasamin being 
Able to "see" into the prince's past
Started shouting things even he could understand 
About that one regrettable night in the desert
With that young, gorgeous camel
She even hit the prince with two gigantic boogers 
From twenty feet away
Bouncing off his forehead 
They both fell right into his tea

Yasamin was ordered 
Beaten and thrown out

She returned to master ecstatic 
And has never been happier since

That night the prince could not sleep, but 
Finally dozed off for a few minutes just before dawn
During that short sleep he had this dream

The Prophet Muhammad 
Was seated on a magnificent white horse 
And behind the Prophet sat a man smiling wonderfully 
At the prince for a moment, before saying

"Why did you beat my dear Yasamin
When she spoke only the truth to you?" 

The prince bolted awake 
And sat up in bed trembling with sweat

He called for his horse to be saddled 
And with ten of his soldiers rode right then 
To the saintly man's house pleading to see him

Upon seeing this man and realizing 
He was not the person in the dream
He then dismissed his soldiers and taking off his shoes
Weeping now
Began to walk to the Prefect One's household

Dear ones
Use your own storytelling abilities 
To end this tale 

In a way that will most 
Uplift your heart

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