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.”
One night, a thief broke into Nasrudin’s house and began putting items in a sack. Nasrudin then joined him and added […]
Hodja was sitting by the river, enjoying a pot of halwa, when a horde of mounted archers thundered onto the other bank […]
Once a renowned philosopher and moralist was traveling through Nasruddin’s village when he asked him where there was a good place to […]
Nasrudin and some others were in the town square one day, and the topic of conversation turned to how they changed since […]
