The Doctor and the Kurd

One night a Kurd couldn't sleep for the pain in his side. A doctor lived nearby, and he said: With a stomach like his, stuffed on grape leaves, I'd be amazed if he makes it through the night. A Tatar's arrowhead lodged in the chest is easier to bear than the weight of food that won't agree with you. If a single bite twists your gut into knots, a fool's whole life can come to nothing. As fate would have it, the doctor died that very night. Forty years have passed, and the Kurd is still alive.