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Asalaamu Alaykum

I found a book on this guy in my wifes collection and became fascinated by the funny little man. Anyone else fascinated by these cool little stories?

Nasreddin - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Delivering a Khutba

Once, Nasreddin was invited to deliver a khutba. When he got on the minbar (pulpit), he asked "Do you know what I am going to say?" The audience replied "NO", so he announced "I have no desire to speak to people who don't even know what I will be talking about" and he left.

The people felt embarrassed and called him back again the next day. This time when he asked the same question, the people replied "YES". So Nasreddin said, "Well, since you already know what I am going to say, I won't waste any more of your time" and he left.

Now the people were really perplexed. They decided to try one more time and once again invited the Mullah to speak the following week. Once again he asked the same question - "Do you know what I am going to say?" Now the people were prepared and so half of them answered "YES" while the other half replied "NO". So Nasreddin said "The half who know what I am going to say, tell it to the other half" and he left!


Two sides of a river

Nasreddin sat on a river bank when someone shouted to him from the opposite side:
- "Hey! how do I get to the other side?"
- "You are on the other side!" Nasreddin shouted back.


Whom do you trust

A neighbour comes to the gate of Mulla Nasreddin's yard. The Mulla goes out to meet him outside.

"Would you mind, Mulla," the neighbour asks, "lending me your donkey today? I have some goods to transport to the next town."
The Mulla doesn't feel inclined to lend out the animal to that particular man, however; so, not to seem rude, he answers:
"I'm sorry, but I've already lent him to somebody else."

Suddenly the donkey can be heard braying loudly behind the wall of the yard.
"You lied to me, Mulla!" the neighbour exclaims. "There it is behind that wall!"
"What do you mean?" the Mulla replies indignantly. "Whom would you rather believe, a donkey or your Mulla?"



Taste the same

Children saw Hodja coming from the vineyard with 2 basketfuls of grapes on his donkey, gathered around him and asked him to give them some.

Hodja picked up a bunch of grapes, cut it up into pieces and gave each child a piece.
"You have so much, but you gave us so little," the children complained.
"There is no difference whether you have a basketful or a small piece. They all taste the same," Hodja remarked


This is what Jinnzaman would be like if he were a Mullah...except each story would end with a baby being punched.

Anywho share your Nasriddin stories..

[fahmed]

Here's my favourite,

Qisas.com-Inspire yourself » Blog Archive » Looking for the Perfect Woman

One afternoon, Nasruddin and his friend were sitting in a cafe, drinking tea and talking about life and love. His friend asked: “How come you never married?”'


“Well,” said Nasruddin, “to tell you the truth, I spent my youth looking for the perfect woman. In Cairo I met a beautiful and intelligent woman, but she was unkind. Then in Baghdad, I met a woman who was a wonderful and generous soul, but we had no common interests. One woman after another would seem just right, but there would always be something missing. Then, one day, I met her. Beautiful, intelligent, generous and kind. We had very much in common. In fact, she was perfect!”


“What happened?” asked Nasruddin’s friend, “Why didn’t you marry her?”
Nasruddin sipped his tea reflectively. “Well,” he replied, “it’s really the sad story of my life…. It seemed she was looking for the perfect man…

[jaani]

Some really good ones!

Sufism/Nasrudin - Wikibooks, collection of open-content textbooks

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[MuslimahDaTurkish]

the Turkish intelligence..

[Rida]

ahaha awesome stuff.

Mullah Nasruddin frequented a local hamam which had a large dome with an acoustic very flattering to the voice, and he would often spend long hours singing in the bath, delighting in the sound of his own voice.
When one day, Mullah Nasruddin had no muezzin to call the faithful to prayer, he decided that he was a sufficiently good singer to take on this sacred duty.
By that day’s second call to prayer, the faithful gathered under the minaret and began to shout Nasruddin down for the terrible noise he made.
“Don’t blame me for the din," replied the Mullah, "they didn’t install a bathroom up here yet!”

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"Nasrudin, why is it people laugh at you?"
"Well," said Nasrudin, "Think of me as a turban. The nature of laughter exposes the false. If people laughed at themselves they would feel naked. Therefore I provide them with a 'head covering'."
"But Nasrudin, they are still naked!"
"Shhhhh," said Nasrudin smiling . . .

Wassalaam

[Abu_Hind]

I remember reading Mullah Nasirudeen stories as a kid, they were quite entertaining.

Originally Posted by MuslimahDaTurkish

the Turkish intelligence..

I thought he was Persian.

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Originally Posted by Abu_Hind

I remember reading Mullah Nasirudeen stories as a kid, they were quite entertaining.



I thought he was Persian.

He was born in Anatolia which is now modern Turkey. He letter moved to Akşehir and then Konya. He was born in the 13th century so its strong possibility he was a Oghuz Turk.

[Abu_Hind]

Originally Posted by Revert

He was born in Anatolia which is now modern Turkey. He letter moved to Akşehir and then Konya. He was born in the 13th century so its strong possibility he was a Oghuz Turk.

Thanks for the info I was never really sure about his origins.

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Originally Posted by Abu_Hind

Thanks for the info I was never really sure about his origins.

Hey no problem bro! They have huge festivals in those areas of Turkey and Nesreddin Hoca day and stuff.

[fahmed]

Nasruddin and the famous donkey

There was and there was not a time when mullah Nasruddin and his son set out for the market with their donkey walking along behind them. They passed several men sitting outside a shop drinking a tea and heard some of their remarks.


“Look at that man! How can he be so mean as to make his child walk all the way to the market when he has a donkey the child could easily ride?” Mullah Nasruddin immediately picked up his son and put him on the donkey’s back. They continued this for a while, until they passed several women who were also on their way to the market. “For shame,” said one woman to another. “Look at that child, riding the donkey while he

makes his father walk. Doesn’t he have any respect for his elders?”


Right away, mullah Nasruddin took his son off the donkey, and got on himself. They had traveled only slightly farther, when someone else criticized the father for being so selfish - riding on the donkey while making his son walk. In response to this criticism, mullah Nasruddin picked up the child and placed him on the saddle directly in front of him.
Alas this maneuver also brought forth criticism. “How mean they are to overload the donkey like that!” cried an old man to his friend.


There is only one thing to do, thought mullah Nasruddin in despair. He and his son dismounted. After a great deal of effort, mullah Nasruddin managed to have the donkey upon his own back. Only a little way down the road, everyone was laughing at the stupid man carrying his donkey instead of riding it.


Shamefaced, mullah Nasruddin put down the donkey, and they continued to the market exactly as they had started - with all three walking. Some minutes later, mullah Nasruddin looked at his son: “So you see,” he said with a wise nod, “it is clearly not possible to please all people. It is better to do what you know is right and please God.”

[Rida]

Originally Posted by fahmed

Nasruddin and the famous donkey

hahaaa awesome!

Here's another one.

Nasreddin Hodja was lying in the shade of an ancient walnut tree. His body was at rest, but, befitting his calling as an imam, his mind did not relax. Looking up into the mighty tree he considered the greatness and wisdom of Allah. "Allah is great and Allah is good," said the Hodja, "but was it indeed wise that such a great tree as this be created to bear only tiny walnuts as fruit? Behold the stout stem and strong limbs. They could easily carry the great pumpkins that grow from spindly vines in yonder field, vines that cannot begin to bear the weight of their own fruit. Should not walnuts grow on weakly vines and pumpkins on sturdy trees?"
So thinking, the Hodja dozed off, only to be awakened by a walnut that fell from the tree, striking him on his forehead.
"Allah be praised!" he exclaimed, seeing what had happened. "If that had been a pumpkin that fell on my head, it would have killed me for sure! God is merciful! He has rearranged nature only to spare my life."

was-Salaam