Story, again!

Oh, and about the title! I remembere the story now; well. somewhat!
Once upon a time, there was a man who married a woman named "Kojaberinam" (Literally: where should I defecate?!). One day, the couple went to a mosque. As custom dictates, they took their shoes off and went in. He went trhough the men's entrance, and she the women's. When he came out, he couldn't find her. Now, this part of the story I don't clearly remember. Either him, or a very bad man, had defecated in everyone's shoes at the mosque door while everyone else was inside!!!!! Anyhow, the man came out, and since he couldn't find his wife, he started yelling her name: Kojaberinam?! Kojaberinam?!
People coming out, disgusted with seeing human shit in their shoes, looked at him angrily and said, you have taken a shit everywhere, what's the asking for???
YES. My grandma, god bless her soul, had a talent for telling obscure stories with no clear begining, ending, or a message, for that matter! Her talent was in making them all sound so mezmorising that you just did not want them to end. And, of course, she made a case for using all the prohibited words like shit, fart, butt..all of them.
Maybe one my greatest regrets in life is not having recorded her voice when she told me stories. Or when she tilted her head and said "salaam" in that way that is only hers.