 To make a moving picture, you need a camera, some film, and something to take a picture of. Our camera shows the familiar streets of a nearby town. And, uh, slow foot, get your head out of the picture. And across the village square is a coffee house where an old shake often retells the beloved stories of Nasser-e-Deen Ocha. Slow foot. Our donkey is very happy to see us again. He's happy enough. Come along slow foot, the shake will be waiting. What's this? Oh, it's that lazy young radical, Harmead. Someday I'll blow up that place. What's wrong now, Harmead? I was just telling the waiter how rotten his coffee is. You'll never learn to get along with people, will you? It's a free country, isn't it? If they don't keep you locked up, it must be. I hope that fellow keeps out of our way while the shake tells of Nasser-e-Deen Ocha. There's nothing but that strange music. It happens to be American music. Bah, no wonder it's- For him, Harmead? Yes, I know. If it's strange, it doesn't make sense. But Harmead, what about our economic cooperation with other nations? It helps you for nothing in this world. Harmead, haven't you been taught anything but bitterness? I've been taught not to trust Westerners. They dress differently. Their music is different. How can you trust them? I guess no one is perfect except Harmead and his friends. Firing people with their strange ways can't be any good. You can't understand them. You are not trying to. Harmead has not yet learned that different people have their own ways of doing good. Even if those ways seem strange to us. Now, let the musicians go on playing. You know, this reminds me of a story of Nasser-e-Deen Ocha, which will show you what I mean. Oh, when the conquering Emperor Tamerlane came to rule, he sent messengers to all corners of the land with a royal order that every village must choose a wise man to be the local judge. But if the Emperor did not approve their choice, then a military governor would be sent to rule the village. Choose a wise judge or suffer military rule was a problem. Where in their little village could they find a man wise enough to be a judge? And fool enough to face the Emperor? The only man they could think of was Nasser-e-Deen Ocha, who did everything in his own strange but wise way. Perhaps the Ocha would be just the man to go before the Emperor Tamerlane, for they wanted proof of every man's wisdom. And so he demanded that Nasser-e-Deen Ocha read from his book of law. But because Tamerlane was a foreigner, his laws were written in a foreign tongue. How will the Emperor laugh at the puzzled Ocha? You are no wiser than the others. My gentle officers will have to rule your village. At this fret, the Ocha summoned the last of his courage. Not only can I read your good laws, Ziya, but I can even teach my donkey to read them. Give me the book and one week's time, Ziya. That is all I ask to prove my wisdom. Now the Emperor was puzzled. If you can do such a thing, I will admit you are not a fool. But one week is all you get. When news of this bargain reached the palace gate, the Ocha's friends became more worried than ever. They understood that Nasser-e-Deen did things in his own strange way. But this time, how could a donkey read? At last the week was up and Tamerlane commanded, let the donkey read. Possible. Little did the Emperor guess that Nasser-e-Deen had hidden grains of barley between the pages. A strange way indeed, but it did look as though the donkey was reading. And so Tamerlane had to approve Nasser-e-Deen as judge of his village. But he dismissed the Ocha with a warning. It is harder for a wise man to remain wise than for a fool to be a fool. And if I ever catch you doing a foolish act, it will be your last. Now the Emperor's guard had heard many stories of the Ocha's strange ways. And when he told them to his master, Tamerlane decided it would be wise to follow the Ocha and watch him closely. And you ride your donkey backwards? That is the way of a fool. But this time the Ocha was not afraid. Sire, if I rode my donkey forward, my back would always be to my friends. This way I can travel and talk to them at the same time. I am certain that you will understand this since my donkey does. And with a wisdom that came from understanding, the Emperor agreed that although the Ocha did things in his own way, they made very good sense indeed. And still the lesson remains for us. People have their own ways of doing things. And though the ways may seem strange to us, when we try to understand, they make good sense. Nasser-e-Deen knew this. I wonder if we do.