“Maktub,” the merchant said, finally. “What does that mean?”
“You would have to have been born an Arab to understand,” he answered. “But in your language it would be something like ‘It is written.’”
And, as he smothered the coals in the hookah, he told the boy that he could begin to sell tea in the crystal glasses.
Sometimes, there’s just no way to hold back the river.
THE MEN CLIMBED THE HILL, AND THEY WERE TIRED when they reached the top.
But there they saw a crystal shop that offered refreshing mint tea.
They went in to drink the tea, which was served in beautiful crystal glasses.
“My wife never thought of this,” said one, and he bought some crystal—
he was entertaining guests that night, and the guests would be impressed by the beauty of the glassware.
The other man remarked that tea was always more delicious when it was served in crystal, because the aroma was retained.
The third said that it was a tradition in the Orient to use crystal glasses for tea because it had magical powers.
Before long, the news spread, and a great many people began to climb the hill to see the shop that was doing something new in a trade that was so old.
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