One day Nasrudin bumped into another man, sending them both to the ground.
“Oh, excuse me,” Nasrudin said. “Are you me, or am I you?”
“I am me,” the man said, “and as for you, you must be some kind of psycho, asking me such a question.”
“Oh, I am no psycho,” replied Nasrudin. “It’s just that we look similar, and when we bumped into each other and fell, I thought we might have gotten mixed up in the fall.”
The Mullah meets a friend on the street: “Oh, it’s been a long time….how are you? what are you doing?” “Oh I […]
Once Mullah Nasruddin was shopping in a village. He left his donkey on the street and went into a shop to purchase […]
Nasruddin went to a Turkish bath. As he was poorly dressed the attendants treated him in a casual manner, gave him only […]
Nasrudin was running and singing at the same time. As he passed by several people, one of them, greatly curious about Nasrudin’s […]
