A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story
Exactly what I would have done
Mullah Nasruddin
When Nasruddin was newly married, just on the third night, Nasruddin dreamt that he was swimming deep in a vast ocean. It was a happy dream until he woke up to realize that he’d wet the bed.
Of course, he was embarrassed but was unsure quite how to tell his wife, Fatima, snoring fast asleep next to him. So Nasruddin arranged his blanket partly over the damp spot and then lay back down, pretending to be asleep.
After a minute, he bolted upright with a shout, “Arghhh! Dear Allah, save me!”
Fatima awoke and turned her head to look at her husband. “What’s the matter, Nasruddin?”
The trembling and visibly shaken Mullah replied, “Fatima! Wife, you have no idea what sort of horrifying nightmare I’ve just had!”
She asked, “What did you dream?”
“I saw three tall minarets, one set right above the next, and atop the third minaret was an egg, and on that egg was a needle, and on that needle balanced a covered table, and at that table I had to eat my dinner!”
Fatima gasped, “God! How terrifying! What a predicament! My poor husband!”
Nasruddin replied calmly, “You can’t imagine how shocked I was!”
Fatima sympathized, “I can only imagine, dear husband. You must have been frightened beyond belief. Out of sheer fear, I would have soiled the bed, or worse!”
“Indeed,” Nasruddin readily agreed, “that is exactly what I would’ve done myself!”
Excerpted from the forthcoming Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin, by Ron J. Suresha
It’s terrifying to imagine the heights to which some people will go will to cover their infantile behavior.
Middle of the mat
A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story
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.