Category: Mullah Nasrudin

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Hodja Mullah Nasruddin: the gold

Nasrudin: “My son, get up early in the mornings.” “Why father?” “It is a good habit. Why, once I rose at dawn and went for a walk. I found on the road a sack...

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The fish

Once a renowned philosopher and moralist was traveling through Nasruddin’s village when he asked him where there was a good place to eat. He suggested a place and the scholar, hungry for conversation, invited...

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Hodja Mullah Narsuddin: The Turkish bath

Nasruddin went to a Turkish bath. As he was poorly dressed the attendants treated him in a casual manner, gave him only a scrap of soap and an old towel. When he left, Nasrudin...

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Hodja Mullah Nasruddin: the Psychiatrist

  Mulla Nasruddin went for his first appointment with the psychiatrist. Once the office door was closed, the two men sat down. “So, what brings you here, Mulla?” the psychiatrist asked. “I have been...

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Hodja Mullah Nasruddin: the smile

The King and Nasrudin were in a foreign town. “Nasruddin” said the king, “let us stroll incognito in the city streets and see how it is like.” Nasrudin readily agreed and they went. People...

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Hodja Mullah Nasruddin: the shrine

Mulla Nasrudin’s father was the highly-respected keeper of a shrine, the burial-place of a great master which was a place of pligrimage attracting the Seekers After Truth. In the usual course of events, Nasrudin...

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Hodja Mullah Nasruddin: the Smuggler

Every first of the month the Mullah would cross the border with thirty donkeys with two bails of straw on each. Each time the custom person would ask the Mullah’s profession and the Mullah...

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Hodja Mullah Nasruddin: the red donkey

Once Mullah Nasruddin was shopping in a village. He left his donkey on the street and went into a shop to purchase something. When he came out he was furious. Someone has painted his...

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Hodja Mullah Nasruddin: The Truth

The Judge asked the defendant, “Mullah Nasruddin, do you understand that you have sworn to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?” “I do,” nodded the Mulla. “Now what do...

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Hodja Mullah Nasruddin: the stranger

Hodja was sitting by the river, enjoying a pot of halwa, when a horde of mounted archers thundered onto the other bank in a cloud of dust. One of Timur’s captains, who led the...