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!“
Nasrudin: “My son, get up early in the mornings.” “Why father?” “It is a good habit. Why, once I rose at dawn […]
Nasrudin was in the marketplace listening to a horse dealer’s sales pitch. “This is the most exquisite horse in this village,” the […]
Nasrudin and his wife were sleeping late one night, and were awoken by the sound of two men arguing intensely in the […]
Hodja was sitting by the river, enjoying a pot of halwa, when a horde of mounted archers thundered onto the other bank […]
