Mulla’s wife had been sick in bed for a few days. Every afternoon when Mulla came home, he would sit next to her bed and sob uncontrollably. A neighbor came over to check on her, saw Mulla crying, and tried to comfort him. "Mulla, don't worry, her condition is improving. She'll be out of bed in a few days." "I know," Mulla sniffled. "But she's an orphan and has no family. I'm just getting all my crying out of the way now, so if she ever does die, she can't complain that nobody cried for her."