The Great Prophet was resting in a field eating spiced nettle and sparrow’s egg pies with a playful sauce of mint and seawater when a harlot approached him.
“Master,” the woman said, “may I ask you three questions?”
“If you do so quickly,” Subezh said. “I have to pack.”
“Are you traveling?” the harlot asked.
“Yes,” The Great Prophet replied.
“Where are you going, Teacher?” she queried.
“I am going to Sofia with my parents,” Subezh replied. “They think I am too young to stay home alone. I’m 17 years old for crying out loud. I think I can handle a week on my own.”
“Why are you going so far, Prophet?” the woman asked.
“My father has a job interview at a magnet factory,” Subezh said. “They make magnets in the shape of Bulgaria. Ugh! I hope we don’t have to move there.”
Subezh rose and walked away.
“Master,” the harlot called, “I still have three questions to ask.”
“Actually,” Subezh said, “you have already asked me three questions.”
“But those were not the three questions I wanted answered,” the harlot said.
“Then why did you ask them?” Subezh said.
“It was because…just polite…oh, never mind,” the harlot said.
The Great Prophet’s heart was moved to show mercy to the harlot.
“Look,” Subezh said, “I’ll cut you a break and let you ask one question before I head home.”
“Thank you,” the harlot said. “Master, tell me, what awaits us after our time on Earth is done?”
The Great Prophet pondered the question carefully.
“You know,” Subezh said, “I really haven’t given it much thought.”
It is likely that the Great Prophet would have said more on the issue had his mother not arrived at that exact moment and told him to get home immediately.
Thus it was that the Great Prophet proclaimed nothing regarding the afterlife.
As remembered by the harlot Jadia, though she is not 100% sure of what the Great Prophet was eating. It smelled like spiced nettles and sparrow’s egg, but may have been spiced dandelion.
