A virgin gives birth to an extraordinary baby who solves the murder of three Jewish wise men by Muslims, and consequently saves the king’s life by means of magic. Proud of his mother, the baby admonishes her father for failure to recognize her virtues, endowed by God, and praises her womb for sheltering him for nine comfortable months.

Three wise men, collecting money for their yeshiva, found themselves in the country as evening approached on a Friday night. Although far from their synagogue, they stopped to recite the Sabbath prayers. Just at that moment a Moor passed by, “Good evening,” he said, but the holy men did not answer because they were talking to God. Again the Moor said, “Good evening,” and again the wise men said nothing, but the third time, the Moor became very angry. “Why don’t you answer?" he asked. Do you think that you are better than me?” Then he set upon the wise men, killed them, and buried their bodies in three separate graves.

Meanwhile, in a distant city lived another wise man. This man had a daughter who was not only beautiful but also wise, and according to rumor, even wiser than her father. She was a homebody who worked day and night cleaning, cooking, and sewing. One day, as she was boiling the clothes in a big iron pot, smoke arose from the kitchen fire so thick that it almost choked her. For a while she sat quietly in her chair, and then finished washing the clothes.

On her father's return from the study house he noticed that his daughter's skin had turned yellow. As he moved closer to get a better look, he heard a noise that seemed to come from her belly. The father jumped out of his chair, “Heavens”, he said, “you are pregnant!” How could you do such a disgraceful thing, and bring shame upon the whole family."

But the daughter cried out, “I am innocent, I have done nothing wrong.” I never leave this house, I don’t know anyone, and all I do is work. “Well,” said the father, “it is true, you have always been such a dutiful daughter. I will say nothing, and we shall see what we shall see.” But his heart was rent with pain and confusion. When nine months had come and gone, the wise man’s daughter gave birth to a son so beautiful that people came from far and near to see him.

In the same city, the king in his castle had been troubled for a long time; he couldn't eat. Every time he sat at the table, three doves turned his plates upside down, and pecked at him. One month went by, then another, and still they bothered him. Even when he tried to drink a cup of tea, the birds were there flying around the table. In desperation, the king, who was getting thinner and thinner every day, sent for his advisors and sorcerers. “Why do these birds bother me?” cried the hungry king. Even though they were the smartest men in the whole kingdom, they didn’t know the answer. Finally, some said, “Why not ask the Jews, perhaps they will find an answer.”

Immediately, the king dispatched a messenger to bring the wise man to the palace. "The king urgently requests your presence,” he said. Hurriedly, the wise man prepared to leave. “My child,” he said to his daughter, the king must be in serious trouble to call me, a Jew, to the palace." At that moment, the baby in the bed spoke up, "Grandfather, take me with you, put me in your djellaba. Disconcerted at hearing the infant speak, he said angrily, “Be quiet you little bastard.” The daughter quietly said, “Take him, father, he is a miracle child, take him with you.” In an instant, the baby jumped from his mother’s arms into his grandfather’s cape, and hid himself in the folds.

When he arrived at the palace, crowds of people were anxiously waiting there to hear his advice. Bowing before the king, he said, “Your majesty, I am your servant, what do you want of me?’ “For some time", explained the king, "I have been plagued by three doves who prevent me from eating. Can you tell me who the birds are, and why they bother me?"

A voice emerged from the djeballaba, and said, “The one who knows the answers to those questions is the minister who sits at your right.” The minister turned pale and shouted, “I don’t know anything. That's a lie." The voice continued, “Yes you do. Surely you remember the day you killed three Jews as they were reciting their Sabbath prayers. They did not answer your greeting because they talking with God, and could not be interrupted. Those doves are the souls of the dead men asking the king for justice.”

The minister led the king’s cavalry to the burial ground and there they found the dead men just as the “baby” had said. Their bodies were well preserved as if buried just the day before. Then the king said, "Justice will be done”, and he killed the minister with his own hands.

Finally, the wise man realized that his grandchild was most unusual, unlike any other living creature. When they left the palace, the child said to him, “Close your eyes, and I will take you to a special place.” A minute later, he found himself in a strange land where he had never been before. It was filled with souls, all handsomely dressed, and seated on golden chairs. “Where am I?” he asked, and the boy replied, “You are in Paradise. These are good souls, here to enjoy themselves after living virtuous and useful lives. Each one has his own seat.” “All well and good”, said the man, “but there is one with a missing leg. Whose chair is that?” “Yours,” said the boy. “When you called me bastard, God took away one leg. Now go back to earth. When you are good and dead, it will be replaced.”

Then the boy continued, “For so long you have wondered who I really am, and now I can tell you. I am the spirit that entered your daughter when she breathed in the smoke of the wood fire in her kitchen. For nine months I lived in her womb, and never have I been in a better place. She is the most virtuous and honorable person in your house. Treat her with the respect she deserves. I am also happy that I brought justice to those three innocent men who died.”

And with those words, he said goodbye to his “grandfather”. And they were fine, and so are we.