With Saadi Describing the Bikini of the King's Wife

I dreamt of Abu Muhammad Musharraf al-Din Muslih bin Abdullah bin Musharraf, known as Saadi (606 – 690 AH). I think it was near the water of Ruknabad and Golgasht of Musalla. Saadi was sitting on a rock, staring at the horizon. Unable to contain my excitement, I tapped his shoulder and said: "Sheikh! I can't believe I am in your presence." While still gazing at the horizon, he replied: "Get your hand off my shoulder and talk to me like a human being." I was taken aback. I said: "Whatever you say. Sheikh, what were you doing?" He pulled out a photo of a scantily clad beautiful girl from his turban and showed it to me, saying: "I was updating the story of this girl in the Gulistan of Saadi." I replied: "Oh? This? Isn't this the same Russian girl who became the wife of the King of Malaysia?" He said: "Yes, that's her. My question now is whether she became the wife of the King of Malaysia first and then converted to Islam, or did she convert to Islam first and then become the wife of the King of Malaysia?" I said: "What a good question! Now I understand how you became Saadi and I also became Saadi." Saadi took off his sandals and raised them as a threat, saying: "If you talk like that again, I will shove this down your throat." I was influenced by Saadi's charisma and raised my hands in surrender, saying: "So do you have anything ready from the new update of the Gulistan of Saadi to read to me?" He said: "Yes. Should I read?" I said: "Please! Read for me." He replied: "You can't handle it, can you?" And shaking his head in pity, he began to read the new update of the Gulistan of Saadi about the Russian wife of the King of Malaysia: "Thank God, the Exalted, that his worthy Russian daughter who just converted to Islam is a source of astonishment and adds to the longing in the inner quarters of the King of Malaysia. From the hands and tongues that arise, a worthy daughter comes forth. The king is better off with his Russian daughter who called the adhan, or how can the king endure in Malaysia?" Embarrassed, I wanted to remind Saadi that 'adhan' does not rhyme with 'endure,' but he did not give me a chance and continued: "The torrential rain has soaked everyone, and who has seen and liked her conversion from that far end of Russia? The photos of her in a bikini are a delight and her pre-Islamic antics are a tear in the fabric. With that bad companion, the Russian girl, her photo in a bikini got lost. The dog of the Companions of the Cave in his cave heard this news and was astonished." Saadi was losing consciousness. I went closer, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him a few times until I saw he had turned into the newly converted Russian wife of the King of Malaysia, and I was so overwhelmed that this time Mehrab and Peyman Qasemi shouted together, and I woke up screaming, "Oh, wife of the King of Malaysia!" In this context, with Andy and money laundering machines, circumventing sanctions with dancing in Friday prayers, Halloween in the Hosseiniyeh, escaping from the saw of two rogue forces, tomorrow's station with Farshid Manafi, paradox with Kambiz Hosseini, and jurisprudence with Jalal Saidi.