Nasrudin bought a heavy item from the bazaar. He turned to a porter and said, “Take this to my house.”
The porter inquired, “OK-where is it?”
“Are you crazy?” Nasrudin replied. “I don’t know you; you might be a criminal for all I know-I would be foolish to tell you where my house is!“
Mulla Nasrudin had just been visiting another village. Late night when he arrived home then he realized that he had lost his […]
Mulla Nasruddin went for his first appointment with the psychiatrist. Once the office door was closed, the two men sat down. […]
Nasrudin was in the marketplace listening to a horse dealer’s sales pitch. “This is the most exquisite horse in this village,” the […]
Nasrudin: “My son, get up early in the mornings.” “Why father?” “It is a good habit. Why, once I rose at dawn […]
