A ladder to heaven

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story

A ladder to heaven

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

Once while traveling, Nasruddin got embroiled in a religious debate with some Greek Orthodox priests.

“Tell us,” said one priest, “how did your Prophet Mohammed ascend to Heaven, pray tell?”

Nasruddin simply responded, “With the ladder left behind by your prophets, my prophets actually climbed up and reached Heaven.”

 

Excerpted from the forthcoming book,

Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin
by Ron J. Suresha

 

 


What the boy lost

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story

What the boy lost

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

One day, Nasruddin’s son went to the hamam. After a while, the hamamji came to Mullah’s house and told him, “Today at the hammam, your son lost his mind.”

Mullah responds, “Forget it — you must be kidding. The boy has lost his mind already, a long time ago. So while he was at the hammam, he must have lost something else.”

 

Excerpted from the forthcoming book,

Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin
by Ron J. Suresha

 

 


Separate the wheat from the barley

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story

 Separate the wheat from the barley

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

One day, a man said to young Nasruddin, “I bet you’re too stupid to count on your fingers.”

The boy said, “Looks are deceiving. Try me.”

The fellow said, “Okay then, first, take two sacks of wheat.” The boy carefully folded down both his pinky and ring finger.

“And then take two sacks of barley.” The boy bent his forefinger and thumb down, which of course left his middle finger pointing out. The man acted offended and asked, “Why do you let the middle one stand out like that?”

Nasruddin replied, “So that the wheat does not mix with the barley.”

 

Excerpted from the forthcoming book,

Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin
by Ron J. Suresha

 

 


The riddle

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story

The Riddle

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

One day, Mullah Nasruddin posed this riddle to the chai shop wags: “Who has entered, come out, and will enter again; entered, come out, and will not enter again; not yet entered, and will enter; and not yet entered, and will not enter?”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

“Here are the answers: Adam and Eve; Satan; the Muslims; and the infidels,” said the Mullah.

 

Excerpted from the forthcoming Lethe Press book by Ron J. Suresha,

Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin, by Ron J. Suresha

 

 


Right in front of his nose

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story

Right in front of his nose

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

One day, Mullah Nasruddin, who was visiting his friend Jalal in Konya for a few days, was chewing gum and chatting with his host when Jalal’s wife invited him to join the family for dinner. So Nasruddin sat down at the table, took the wad of gum out of his mouth and stuck it on his nose, before he tucked in.

Jalal asked, “Mullah, can you please explain to me why you have placed your gum on your nose?”

Nasruddin replied, “Poor people always have to keep their property right before their eyes!”

 

Excerpted from the forthcoming Lethe Press book by Ron J. Suresha,

Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin, by Ron J. Suresha

 

 


Middle of the mat

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story

Middle of the mat

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

One day, Mullah Nasruddin was traveling with two fellows. The two men were friends and said to the Mullah, “We want to buy a mat and a blanket.”

Mullah said to them, “I’ll buy the mat and share it with you, but you must agree that I will only sleep in the middle of the mat. Also, I will not buy the blanket with you.” And he paid the other two for his share of the mat.

They could not obtain the mat without the Mullah’s contribution, so they agreed, thinking they would not share the blanket with Nasruddin. So the three men bought the mat and the other two bought the blanket.

Nasruddin laid himself in the middle of the mat and went to sleep. Now, if the other two wanted to sleep on it, they would have to lie down on either side of him. Then they realized that they could not tear the blanket so that each man could have his own. Thus Nasruddin got to enjoy the blanket without paying for it.

 

Excerpted from the forthcoming Lethe Press book by Ron J. Suresha,

Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin, by Ron J. Suresha

 

Lucky Pierre, always in the middle.


No translation

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story

No translation

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

One day, the Mullah was sent on an important and delicate diplomatic mission to Kurdistan with the ambassador and a translator. Once in Kurdistan, the Kurdish leaders were preparing a feast and, through the interpreter, invited them.

So they put on their finery and went to the dining hall and everything was going well. But in the middle at the formal banquet, just as the Kurdish leader was about to speak, Nasruddin suddenly let out a loud fart.

The head of the embassy was completely embarrassed and said, “You farted, Nasruddin, and have thus brought shame on Turkey!”

Nasruddin only smiled and replied, “But these are all Kurds here! How in the world would they understand a Turkish fart?”

 

Excerpted from the forthcoming Lethe Press book by Ron J. Suresha,

Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin, by Ron J. Suresha

 

Is there a universal language? The answer is blowin’ in the wind.


One house is plenty

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story

One house is plenty

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

One day, Nasruddin’s wife Fatima went to listen to the sermon at the mosque. When she came home, Mullah said to her, “Fatima, tell me: what did the preacher say today?”

She replied, “The preacher declared that, ‘Whoever shall perform his marital duty to his wife, he manifests God, the Almighty, in His grace, and makes his home a Paradise!”

When they both went to bed, the Mullah declared, “Come! Let us build ourselves a house filled with God’s grace,” and they coupled.

Shortly afterward, Nasruddin rolled off his wife. Fatima implored him to continue, “Wait, Mullah, you’ve just built a house for you. Hurry up, build me one!”

But Nasruddin replied, “It is easy enough for me to build you a house of your own. But I fear that you will then eventually invite your father and your mother to live there, and then finally, you’ll let all of your relatives into our house, which will make the architect indignant. Please, do not grieve. One house between the two of us is plenty!”

Excerpted from the forthcoming Lethe Press book by Ron J. Suresha,

Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin, by Ron J. Suresha

 

 


Mouth wide shut

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story

Mouth wide shut

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

One day, during a meeting of the village elders, one of the speakers talked uninterrupted for several hours, not letting anyone else get a word in edgewise. Nasruddin, sitting in the corner listening, was yawning continuously throughout the fellow’s pontifications.

When the fellow finally finished at the close of the meeting, one of Nasruddin’s friends turned to him and said, Well, isn’t that a shame! We did not have the pleasure of hearing our dear Mullah talk tonight. You haven’t opened your mouth once.”

“Are you kidding me?” asked the Mullah. “I was so bored that my jaw is now almost broke from yawning so much.”

 

Excerpted from the forthcoming
Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin, by Ron J. Suresha

 


Free haircut

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story

Free haircut

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

One day, Nasruddin entered a barbershop, followed by a young boy. Nasruddin told the barber that he was in a hurry and wanted to get his haircut first. The barber readily agreed and proceeded to give Nasruddin a fine haircut and beard trim. Nasruddin checked his hair, replaced his turban, told the barber he would be back soon, and left.

The boy hopped into the barber chair, and the barber cut the boy’s hair. After he was done, the boy got out of the chair and started to leave. The barber stopped him and said, “But where is your father? He said he’d be right back, and now he’s late.”

“Father?” said the boy. “That man’s not my father. He’s just some guy I met on the street outside who told me to come in with him for a free haircut!”

 

Excerpted from the forthcoming
Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin, by Ron J. Suresha

 

You know what they say about assumptions.

Since most stories depict the Mullah as bald, this story must have taken place before it all fell out. He was a rascal, even then.

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