While Nasrudin was staying in another town, a local man asked him what three times two was.
“Four,” Nasrudin replied.
“You are wrong,” the man said. “The answer is six.”
“Actually,” explained Nasrudin, “I am not wrong. We use different type of math where I am from.”
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 […]
A King was visiting Nasrudin’s town, and ate a meal of sheep meat in his restaurant. When the King finished the meal, […]
Mulla Nasrudin thought he was going to die with a toothache. He asked his friend, “What can I do to relieve the […]
“Nasrudin, how does one become wise?” Nasrudin: “Listen attentively to wise people when they speak. And when someone is listening to you, […]
