 Muslim puppet theater productions presents J. J. The Camel and Flamburi's shoes. There was, oh, what once was, in a time that long ago was, and words are not sweet when spoke, unless the most high and merciful we invoke, and unless peace and blessings sound upon the best of those on earth found. Not long after the city of Baghdad was built, there lived a rich merchant by the name of Abu Qasim Ebtamburi. He was one of the richest merchants of Baghdad, and he had lots of money, and all he cared about was money, money, money, money, money. And even though he had lots of money, he was very stingy and greedy. And the more his wealth increased, the more his stinginess became a beast. And if nothing was his stinginess and greed, more apparent than in his shoes. Oh, those shoes! If you were to see them, you would laugh from how silly they look. Now let's watch and listen so that we can hear how Camel and Flamburi's shoes became famous far and near. What? It's my shoes. They just got ripped again. I don't want to be wasteful. So I just put on this red patch, and best of all, the red patch was rich. Charity rich. Wow. I am keeping my money, so I have more money, but more and more money. Squash. One year. I don't want to be wasteful on a new pair of shoes. I'm keeping my money, so I have more money. My money. It's not. And this continued for many, many years. Whenever his shoes would tear, he would just patch them up, never thinking to buy another pair. And so as you can imagine, after many years of patch after patch, color after color, his shoes didn't look like one shoe. They looked like many different shoes all sewn together. And in this way, they looked so silly and so unique that everyone in Baghdad could recognize his shoes. And so, seven years later... It's my shoes. They just got ripped. I don't want to be wasteful. So I just put on... Your shoes have so many patches. They don't even look like shoes anymore. And because of your grid, no one wants to come to your store. You're so sad, Brother Thamburi. Nice kid in the audience. Have a tissue for Brother Thamburi. Have a tissue for me. Thank you, thank you. You're so sad, Brother Thamburi. Alhamdulillah. Start by throwing away your shoes and buying new ones. I have to throw these old patch shoes away. Thank you, JJ. You have made my day. Stop. It was right. I have to throw these old patch shoes away. Side of the city would be a great place to get rid of them. Once the shoes are gone, people will come to my store again. So let me count to three and throw... You want to? One, two, so much lighter. People are going to come to my store. Leaf, kids. It's so great those shoes are all gone, right? No. What do you mean, no? Oh my goodness. Let me go and see if I can find those shoes. I don't see shoes back there. I get rid of these shoes. And so Thamburi threw his shoes down the toilet of one of the Karavan Sarai hotels just outside the city of Baghdad. But his shoes blocked the toilet pipe, causing the people who lived there to suffer. And it was only two or three days before the whole hotel began to fill with noxious fumes, just like a classroom full of kids who ate too many legumes. I can barely get rid of my shoes. The inkeeper complained to the judge, to the Kaldi. And the Kaldi ruled that Thamburi must pay for the plumber. And Thamburi was very, very sad because he wanted to get rid of his shoes and he could not. And he didn't want to be greedy anymore. Thamburi sobbed himself to sleep. But in his sleep, I think it's the shoes that have been the problem. It is your selfishness and greed that is at fault. Get rid of the shoes until you make Tauba and truly repent and the ways. We need to make Tauba first is washed off of white clothes, not to be stingy and greedy. We're going to need everybody to get some ping pong balls. So I need a couple volunteers who are going to give away ping pong balls. Anyone else wants to volunteer to give away ping pong balls? There you go. There you go. Give one ping pong ball to everybody else and I also have some for anybody who wants to get from me. Now you only throw the ping pong balls when I say to throw the ping pong. When do you throw the ping pong balls? No, don't take more than one. Don't take more than one. You only need one. One for kids. Because if everyone takes more than one, there's not going to be enough for everybody. Right? It just makes sense, right? If everybody takes five ping pong balls, will there be enough for everybody? Okay. When do you throw the ping pong balls? When I say, when do you throw the ping pong balls? When do you throw the ping pong balls? I didn't hear everybody. Okay. Very good. Anybody who doesn't have a ball? You? Okay. Then move. Okay. The world doesn't come to you. You have to go to the world. Come on. Anybody else need a ping pong ball? Everybody got their ping pong balls? Okay. Again, when do you throw the balls? Very good. And now let's get on with the show. Yay! Thank you shoes for spending seven years with me. Abdullah, you've protected my feet all these years. But now it is time for me to get new shoes. Always be grateful for what you have done for me. Abdullah, please show me how to get rid of these shoes. Oh, JJ. We think. I know, I know. We can bury them with ping pong balls. JJ. For the tambourine, bury his shoes with your ping pong balls. Throw your ping pong balls. The shoes have been buried. Let's stop throwing the balls. Let's stop throwing the balls and see what happens next. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. If you want to see the rest, let's stop so we can see the rest of the story. For helping me bury the shoes. I want to celebrate and share my joy. It's good to be at the bus stop. Uncle Muneer, can we have a party at MTC? Of course, everybody's only welcome at MTC. Oh, thank you. Thank you. And so, Tambourine learned how much joy there is in spending for the sake of Allah, subhanahu wa ta'ala. Oh, look, there he is now. Children, here is an e-present from Muslim public counter-productions.