Once there was a robber whose movements were swifter then thought. He was speedier in his night- travels than imagination itself. If he wished, he could penetrate into the stronghold of Saturn and snatch the veil from the face of Venus. He could pass through any window as easily as a moonbeam or sunshine slip through a fissure in a doorway. For years, the governor of the province tried to entrap his head in the noose of a stratagem, but in vain.
One night this robber was seated after his usual practice behind the end of a wall. He started to wait to snatch the possessions of passers-by. When, he was looking out, he observed a group of people who had seized upon a courtesan for having relations with a man and were dragging her before the court. As she went along. the woman cried out, ‘0 Musulmans, I have neither slandered nor robbed. What do you want of wretched me? ‘
The words came as a sharp rebuke to the robber and he said to himself, ‘ The devil take this profession I have so long followed ! Even a whore scorns it.’ And with that he went off and abandoned his career, never returning to it again.