“Hey! Can’t you see?!” shouted a Maulvi.

The others heeded his voice and looked in the direction, where an old man with a white beard was sitting on a mat under a shed, legs stretched towards the Holy Kaaba. Dressed in bluish clothes, his skin colour suggested he wasn’t a native.

“That’s the Qibla! The direction of the Holy Kaaba! How dare you stretch your legs towards that direction?!”

The maulvi, seeing his blue dress and staff, said, “You seem to be a fakir from Hind! Do you have no shame? Those legs of yours should be cut!...