Mulla’s wife asked him, "What are you doing tomorrow?" "If it’s sunny, I’ll work in the fields. If it rains, I’ll go to the mountains to gather firewood." His wife scolded him, "Say 'God willing'!" "Why?" Mulla said. "It's definitely going to either rain or be sunny." The next day, Mulla got jumped by bandits on the road and beaten to a pulp. He dragged himself back home and knocked on the door. "Who is it?" his wife asked. Mulla groaned, "God willing, it's me."