Mulla was starving, so he knocked on a random door. A little girl answered. "Do you have any bread?" he asked. "No," she said. "Can I just get a glass of water?" "We don't have any water either," she said. Annoyed, Mulla asked, "Where is your mother?" "She went to a mourning ceremony." Mulla shook his head. "With a house this miserable, people should be coming to mourn at your house. Your mom didn't need to go anywhere!"