Ећifa Д°stemem Balд±ndan Bedava -

Kerem stayed with the healer for three days. He didn't take any rare medicines. Instead, he helped fetch water, listened to the wind, and practiced being still. He realized that his "weariness" came from the constant stress of wanting more.

"I have gold," Kerem announced, panting. "I want the finest honey from the highest peaks. They say it cures any soul. Name your price." Ећifa Д°stemem BalД±ndan Bedava

Kerem frowned. "It sounds foolish. If I am sick, I want the honey." Kerem stayed with the healer for three days

The healer looked up and smiled gently. "You are looking for Şifa (healing), but you are trying to buy it like a merchant in the bazaar. Sit." He realized that his "weariness" came from the

He lived by a new motto:

The healer poured a cup of plain water and said, "There is a saying: 'Şifa istemem balından, kafi muradım...' It means, 'I ask for no healing from your honey.' It sounds strange, doesn't it? Why would a sick man refuse the cure?"