A Mullah Nasruddin story
Only two sides of the river
Mullah Nasruddin
One sunny afternoon Mullah Nasruddin was sitting quietly on a riverbank near Lake Aksehir when someone approached the river from the opposite side. After looking around a bit, the fellow noticed Nasreddin and shouted out, “Hey there! Excuse me — please tell me, how do I get across?”
Without getting up, Nasruddin shouted back, “You are across!”
Excerpted from the forthcoming Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin, by Ron J. Suresha
Most times, you’re already right where you need to be, but just don’t recognize it.
Only two sides of the river
A Mullah Nasruddin story
Only two sides of the river
One sunny afternoon Mullah Nasruddin was sitting quietly on a riverbank near Lake Aksehir when someone approached the river from the opposite side. After looking around a bit, the fellow noticed Nasreddin and shouted out, “Hey there! Excuse me — please tell me, how do I get across?”
Without getting up, Nasruddin shouted back, “You are across!”
Excerpted from the forthcoming Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin, by Ron J. Suresha
Most times, you’re already right where you need to be, but just don’t recognize it.