One day, a thousand years ago in the then wealthy city of Baghdad, there lived a very successful merchant Zafr and his servant Ahmed. One day Zafr said to Ahmed, "I have decided that tonight I will have a great feast for all the nobles of the city! Take this money, go to the market and buy the best food and drink you can find!". "Don't worry master, I won't let you down!", Ahmed said as he left. However he wasn't looking forward to going to the market since he knew it would be hot and crowded - and sure enough it was. As he was pushing through the crowd, he felt someone tug at his sleeve. He took one look at the face of the man who had pulled his sleeve, froze, and ran all the way home! When he arrived Zafr said, "Ahmed, you are back quickly! Have you done as I asked?" and Ahmed replied "No master, but I have a good reason! You see, someone pulled on my sleeve in the market, so I ran away!". "You silly boy, why did you run away?!". And Ahmed replied, "It was Death who pulled my sleeve! He glared at me so I ran away! I must leave and hide quickly - I will ride straight to my friend Habib's house, Death will never find me there." And Zafr agreed that would be a good idea. So Ahmed rode off as fast as he could, and Zafr went to the market to find Death. He found him standing in a dark corner, and marched up to him angrily. "Why did you scare my servant Ahmed like that! You shouldn't glare at people like that." And Death said, "I didn't glare at him! I gave him a look of surprise!". "Well what were you surprised about?" And Death replied, "I was surprised to meet him at the market when I have an appointment with him at Habib's house in an hour!"