El tesoro escondido
An inhabitant of Baghdad had wasted his inheritance, and found himself destitute. After praying ardently to God, he dreamed of a voice that told him that there was treasure hidden at a certain spot in the city of Cairo. He arrived in Cairo without money, and decided to beg, but when night fell he found he was ashamed to do so.
On wandering through the streets, he was seized by the night patrol, who took him for a thief and before he could explain, gave him a thorough beating. At last he managed to make himself heard, and explained his dream with such sincerity that the police lieutenant was finally convinced. “I see you are not a thief, but a good man”, he said, “but how could you have been so stupid as to have made such a long trip based on nothing more than a dream? I in turn have often dreamed of treasure hidden in Baghdad, in a certain street, in a certain house, but have never set off because it was just a dream.”
As things would have it, the house the police lieutenant mentioned was no less than our traveller’s own house.
And thus, thanking God that his misfortune was due to his own errors, he returned to Baghdad, where he the treasure buried in hos own home.