Hodja and the Hungry Coat A Turkish Tale
WHEN HODJA ARRIVED home late one fall afternoon, dirt clung to his patched trousers, his faded shirt, and his tattered felt cap. He’d been laboring in the vineyards since sunrise.
“Hurry! Change your clothes and bathe,” said his wife, Fatima. “You’ll be late for the grand banquet at the Emir’s!”
“I can’t be late,” declared
