Q12. The Cadi concluded that the
gold coin belonged to the merchant
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Explanation:
One day the Caliph (King) Haroun al-Raschid disguised himself as an ordinary traveler and left his palace to travel through his country and see for himself how his people fared. Mounted on a fine steed, he traveled on until he came to within a few miles of the town of Bassora. There he saw a poor lame man seated by the wayside.
"Alms! Alms! I beg of you," implored the beggar.
The Caliph threw him a piece of money, and was about to ride on, when a sudden thought stopped him. "Old beggar," he said, "to what city do you journey?"
"To the city of Bassora," answered the lame man.
Dismounting, the Caliph helped the old man to the horse's back, then mounting in front of him, rode into Bassora.
Arriving at their journey's end, the Caliph said to the lame man, "Dismount. I leave you here."
"Dismount yourself," answered the beggar. "The horse is mine!"
"What!" cried the Caliph. "Miserable beggar! Did I not lift you from the roadside?"
"Very true," replied the beggar, "but can you prove it? In Bassora we are both strangers. It is your word against mine. What are you going to do?"
That was a question the Caliph had to answer for himself. He thought, "If I throw the old man into the gutter, he will cry out. A mob will gather and yell, 'Give the old man his horse!'
"If I give the thief a large sum of money, he'll be glad to let me have my horse back but at the same time he'll be encouraged to cheat someone else in the same way.
"If I ask a cadi (Turkish judge) to settle the case, I may lose my horse, but at the same time, I'll find out how the cadi of Bassora deals justice."
So saying, they went to the place where the cadi (Turkish judge) was holding court. Two men stood before the cadi: an oil merchant, and a porter. The porter held a piece of gold in his hand. "This coin," he said, "belongs to me."
"Your Honor," said the oil merchant, "that coin is mine. I have owned it for many years and always carry it. I lost it only today."
"Are there any witnesses?" asked the cadi.
"No, Your Honor," answered the man.
"Very well," said the cadi. "Leave the coin with me and return tomorrow."
"What sort of way is that to render justice?" thought the caliph to himself.
The next case was called, and two other men approached the cadi.
"What is your trade?" he asked the first.
"I am a writer," was the answer.
"Why are you here?" continued the cadi.
"This morning while I was out, someone stole my Book of Learning. That tailor," he said pointing to the other man, "now has it and claims that it is his."
"Are there any witnesses?"
"None, Your Honor," replied the man.
"Very well," said the cadi, "Leave the book with me and return tomorrow."
"Indeed these are strange ways to render justice," thought the caliph.
Next the cadi (Turkish judge) called the Caliph and beggar before him.
"Who are you? And what is your trouble?" he asked, addressing the caliph.
"Your Honor," replied the Caliph, "I am a traveler from a distant land. A few miles from your city gates, I met this lame beggar lying by the wayside. I had compassion on him, and lifting him to my horse's back, I brought him to this city. He repays my kindness with the basest ingratitude. He claims that my horse is his own."
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