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Five Qirsh's Pride

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By: Bro Qays Arthur From Jordan

One cent is called a Qirsh. The other night I went to a little shop to get some bread.

 

They were completely out of bread and I had already picked up some sweets.

 

So there I was at the counter with no wallet (as usual- an oft forgotten entity) but with lots of change in my pocket.

 

"Fifty-five qirsh." said the shopkeeper smiling as I reached into my jingling pocket.

 

 "Make it fifty," he added "don't bother with the five."

 

I returned his smile as I gave him the fifty. I then reached over the counter and dropped the five I knew he would not have accepted otherwise into his cash register.

 

And quickly turned about to exit. Of course he protested but the matter was over.

 

As I left the shop I wondered whether it would have been better for me to have simply accepted his gesture. Specifically I wondered what would have pleased God more.

 

Well I was still without bread so I walked some time in the crispy Fall, Amman air till I came to another slightly larger shop.

 

Five Qirsh's Pride

At the counter the shopkeeper cheerfully greeted me, asked me how I was doing, and said, "Fifty qirsh."

I returned his greeting and salutations, reached into my pocket, grabbed the remainder of the change and counted as I let the little silver discs fall into his palm.

 

Believe it or not the coins stopped falling at exactly forty five qirsh. That was it. Not a cent more was on my person. With what must have been more than a hint of embarrassment in my eyes I looked up at his face, beaming like a full moon, smiling even more generously than the first shopkeeper but before I could speak he interjected.

 

"No problem Sidi. Don't bother with the five. It's OK." Again I tried to reassure him that on the next occassion I would... but yet again he interjected.

 

"It's OK." he said this time with much more insistence holding up the bag for me to take. As I left the shop I glanced up into the clear night sky and squinted with jesting protest at the stars.

 

"Exactly five qirsh short." I laughed to myself thinking of the first shopkeeper.

 

Next time, insha Allah I know what to do.

 




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