Ron reads “Nasruddin’s nail” from Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin

XNS coverSquareAuthor Ron Suresha reads the folk tale “Nasruddin’s nail” from his book, Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin

At Least One of Them

A Naughty Nasreddin story

At Least One of Them

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

One day, Nasreddin went out hunting and shot two quails. He brought them to his wife and told her to prepare the fowls, because he wanted to invite his wealthy friend Aslan to dinner to impress him.

So Fatima took the birds, and she plucked and prepared them. As she was roasting the quails, the smell was irresistibly delicious. Since Fatima had very little self-control, she could not stop herself from tasting the quail to make sure it was just as delectable as it smelled — just a little piece, so that Nasreddin would never notice. So she tasted the quail, and tasted it again, and again, until she finally had eaten both quails. When she realized what she had done, she became very upset and did not know at first what she should do.

At noon, when the two men arrived, Fatima called Nasruddin aside. She gave her husband a knife and asked him to grind it so that she could cut the bread, which he proceeded to do.

Meanwhile she went to Aslan and whispered to him, “Just thought I ought to warn you. My husband has a very bad habit. Every time he invites someone to dinner, he cuts off the ears of the guest. Can’t you see how keenly he sharpens his knife over there?”

“God save me!” Aslan yelped with fear and quickly ran out the door.

Fatima immediately went to the kitchen to grab the empty platter, then rushed to her husband still grinding the blade of his knife, and shrieked, “Hoca, your friend has stolen the two quails and gone!”

Immediately Nasreddin ran out into the street after his friend brandishing the knife in his hand, crying out, ‘Please, please, my friend, be fair: at least, let me have just one of them! Only one will be plenty!”

Aslan looked back, saw the huge knife in Nasreddin’s hand, and then ran away even faster, shouting back, “If you can catch me, then you will undoubtedly have both!”

Excerpted from the forthcoming Naughty Adventures of Nasreddin.



AaTh 1741. Marzolph 572.

God’s arrears to Nasruddin

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Published on: October 7, 2011

God’s arrears to Nasruddin

Times were tough. Unemployment was skyrocketing, and the economy was in the pits. “I cannot find a job,” declared the Mullah, “as I am already employed full-time in the service of the All-Highest.”

“In that case,” said Fatima, “you should ask for your wages, because every employer must pay.”

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

“That makes uncommon sense,” said Nasruddin. “Perhaps I have never been paid because I have never bothered to request a fee.”

“Then you had better go and ask,” said Fatima.

Nasruddin went into the garden and knelt, and cried out in supplication, “O Allah, this is your devoted servant Nasruddin here. Send me exactly one hundred — no fewer or more, please — gold coins, for all my past services are worth at least that much in back pay.”

Nasruddin’s neighbor, Aslan, a wealthy merchant whose yard adjoined the Nasruddin household, overheard Nasruddin’s plaintive demands for back wages owed, and thought he’d teach Nasruddin a lesson.

While Nasruddin continued imploring Allah for his back wages in the exact amount of one hundred gold coins, Aslan went up to his private chambers where he kept his money, counted out exactly 99 gold coins into a bag. Then he quickly crept out to the roof of his house. Just as Nasruddin’s head was bent to the ground, Aslan threw the bag from his window into the next yard, knocking the turban right off Nasruddin’s balding head, landing with a pleasant clinking thud onto Nasruddin’s prayer rug. Then Aslan quickly crept down to stand at the latticed window in his wife’s room, where he could observe Nasruddin’s reaction undetected.

Nasruddin gasped in surprise, then looked skyward in curious and hopeful anticipation. Without offering so much as a word of thanks to Allah, Nasruddin emptied the bag onto his prayer rug and counted the coins, then recounted them. He couldn’t seem to believe the result he was getting.

Aslan had to stifle his laughter at Nasruddin’s puzzlement as he crept away from the window, thinking that he’d keep poor old Nasruddin in the dark for a couple days before he let him in on the joke.

Finally Nasruddin announced, “You can owe me the last one.” He rolled up his prayer rug, and took his newfound earnings inside.

Nasruddin sat down across from Fatima, then said, “I am one of the saints.” He tossed the bag of gold coins on the table saying, “Here are my arrears.”

Fatima was indeed quite impressed.

Presently, made suspicious by the succession of deliveries of food, clothing, and furniture to Nasruddin’s front gate, Aslan went to claim the gold coins were his.

Nasruddin said, “You heard me calling for it and now you are pretending it is yours. You shall never have it, as payday has been long overdue me.”

Aslan said, “Then we must immediately go to court of summary jurisdiction to have the cadi settle this dispute.”

“I cannot go like this. I have a rip in my cloak that Fatima has to mend. If you sue me and we appear in court together and you are dressed so much better than me, the magistrate will be prejudiced in your favor.”

“All right,” Aslan said, “I’ll lend you a proper robe you can wear to court.”

“Also, my donkey’s leg is lame,” said Nasruddin, “and so I’ll also need to borrow a horse, saddle, and bridle, if you don’t mind.” Impatiently, Aslan got Nasruddin properly mounted onto one of his own horses and the two men rode to court.

Aslan brought his suit before Bekri the judge, “The 99 gold coins in Nasruddin’s possession are mine, your honor.”

Nasruddin asked to approach the bench, then pleaded his case in a whisper directly to the judge. “This man is clearly bonkers. For some strange reason, he thinks everything of mine is automatically his.”

“That’s quite a counterclaim,” said the judge. “What evidence of this do you have, Nasruddin?”

“His very own words will betray him!” Nasruddin asserted. “Not only does he claim that my gold is his, he will even say this cloak is his.”

“That robe is mine!”

Nasruddin leaned in even closer, saying, “It’s really quite pathological. Now, watch this rascal, next he will say that my horse is his, as well.”

“Bur your Honor! That is my horse!”

“Pitiful, pained, and petty,” Nasruddin continued, “you can see how troubled he is. Listen: he will claim that even my horse’s bridle is his.”

“B-b-but that bridle is mine!” cried Aslan, who broke down into hysterical sobbing.

“Order in the court!” called the judge, banging his gavel. “I rule in favor of Nasruddin. Case dismissed.”

Excerpted from The Uncommon Sense of the Immortal Mullah Nasruddin: Stories, Jests, and Donkey Tales of the Beloved Persian Folk Hero




Your Daily Nasruddin

Another longer, popular story of Nasreddin Hoca, his wife, neighbor, and the local cadi. I especially like the line, “You can owe me the last one.”

Accustomed to Poorness

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Published on: June 5, 2011

Accustomed to Poorness

“I must ask you this, Nasruddin,” said Nasruddin’s neighbor Aslan, “I have spent a vast inheritance, and I’m afraid that I will have to become a beggar on the streets. What can I do to save myself from such misery and suffering?”

“Oh, is that all you’re concerned about?” Nasruddin replied reassuringly. “Not a problem. Soon you won’t have to worry about poorness.”

“What are you saying — that I will recover my fortune?” asked the desperate man.

“Not exactly,” said Nasruddin, “but soon enough, you’ll get used to being poor.”

Excerpted from The Uncommon Sense of the Immortal Mullah Nasruddin: Stories, Jests, and Donkey Tales of the Beloved Persian Folk Hero

Your Daily Nasruddin

Nasruddin, who is often depicted as being close to indigence, would know from experience when he speaks about poorness. Rather than offer a practical financial solution to Aslan, who has squandered his inheritance, he suggests that it is much easier to become accustomed to being poor than to solve one’s fiscal difficulties. His advice is intended as a great consolation, although it not the best way out of the poorhouse.

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