Sowing camel seeds

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Published on: September 8, 2014
A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story

 

Sowing camel seeds

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

One day in early spring, while Mullah Nasruddin was ploughing his field, his friends Hamza and Faruk came up to him and asked, “Mullah, what are you planting here?”

“Camel seeds,” he answered. The Mullah then chatted with his friends for a few minutes before they continued on their way.

Late that summer, Nasruddin was walking out to the field when he saw three camels munching on the wheat growing there. He reined them and led the animals back to his stable, then went to the house and told Fatima, “My camel seeds have at last sprouted, seemingly overnight.”

The next day, Musa, the owner of the camels, finally noticed his animals had escaped their pen. Carefully, he followed their tracks to the Mullah’s place. He knocked at the house.

The Mullah answered the door and Musa said, “My camels ran off, and I followed them here. Give them back to me.”

Nasruddin scoffed, “What sort of bullshit is this? Those camels are the crop that I sowed in my own field.”

Musa took Nasruddin to court. When Bekri, the judge, asked the Mullah to speak in his defense, he said, “Your Honor, those animals are the product of camel seeds I planted months ago.”

Bekri asked him, “Do you have any evidence or witnesses?”

“I most certainly do. Let me get them.” Nasruddin left the court and brought Hamza and Faruk back before the judge.

Bekri asked them, “Did you witness the defendant, Nasruddin, planting camel seeds?”

Faruk said, “Yes, it’s true, we saw it. Early in the spring, we stopped by the Mullah’s place and saw him sowing camel seeds in his field.” Hamza confirmed the facts.

There was nothing left for Musa to say, so the judge said, “I rule in favor of Nasruddin. Case dismissed.”

 

Excerpted from

Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin
by Ron J. Suresha

now in print from Lethe Press!

 

 


A donkey wholesaler, or a donkey retailer?

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Published on: January 15, 2013

A Donkey Wholesaler, or a Donkey Retailer?

The Uncommon Sense of the Immortal Mullah NasruddinEvery Friday on market day, Nasruddin arrived at market with an excellent donkey, which he sold almost immediately, for his prices were far below the usual asking price.

One day Musa approached him, “I cannot for the life of me understand how you do it, Nasruddin. I sell my animals at the lowest possible price. My servants force farmers to give me fodder free. My slaves look after my donkeys without wages. And yet I cannot match your prices. How do you do it?”

“Simple,” replied Nasruddin. “You steal fodder and labor. I merely steal donkeys.”

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

 

 

 

Your Daily Nasruddin

This shows what profit is to be made by cutting out the middlemen. You have to hand it to Nasreddin to figure out how to accomplish what the slave-owner could not.

My wife’s chicken

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Published on: December 19, 2011

My wife’s chicken

 

Mullah Nasruddin
Mullah Nasruddin

Once Nasruddin was eating a large roast chicken all by himself when Musa, the camel-seller’s son, came by and was watching him eat. The boy rubbed his tummy and said, “Mullah, I’m so hungry. Please give me some of that yummy chicken.”

“Indeed . . . willingly, I would gladly . . . share some . . . of this . . . delicious . . . chicken,” said Nasruddin as continued to chomp away and gobble the roast fowl, “but for . . . the unfortunate . . . fact that . . . it . . . belongs to . . . my wife.”

Musa pouted. “If it is your wife’s chicken, then why are you eating it?”

“Well . . . my child, she . . . gave it . . . to me with . . . the implicit . . . understanding . . . that I . . . should eat . . . it all!”

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 example of how Nasruddin makes the illogical seem possible, even plausible at times.

My wife’s chicken

by rjs
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Published on: October 24, 2011

My wife’s chicken

The Uncommon Sense of the Immortal Mullah NasruddinOnce Nasruddin was eating a large roast chicken all by himself when Musa, the camel-seller’s son, came by and was watching him eat. The boy rubbed his tummy and said, “Mullah, I’m so hungry. Please give me some of that yummy chicken.”

“Indeed . . . willingly, I would gladly . . . share some . . . of this . . . delicious . . . chicken,” said Nasruddin as continued to chomp away and gobble the roast fowl, “but for . . . the unfortunate . . . fact that . . . it . . . belongs to . . . my wife.”

Musa pouted. “If it is your wife’s chicken, then why are you eating it?”

“Well . . . my child, she . . . gave it . . . to me with . . . the implicit . . . understanding . . . that I . . . should eat . . . it all!”

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

Process of Elimination

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Published on: September 6, 2011

Process of Elimination

Once, Nasruddin went to the donkey bazaar and browsed among the donkeys available for purchase.

“Are you, fine sir, in the market for a donkey?” asked Musa, the camel and donkey seller, taking his sleeve and leading the Mullah toward his flock.

Nasruddin nodded yes. “How about one or more of these remarkably handsome and rugged beasts?”

“Not so fast,” countered Nasruddin, “First, show me the worst donkeys you have so we can get those out of the way.”

“Okay,” replied Musa, as he motioned to their right, “those are the worst, over here.”

“And which are the donkeys of average quality and price?” continued Nasruddin.

Musa pointed and said, “These are the average ones, in the middle.”

“Thank you very much,” said Nasruddin, as he gestured toward several on the left. “I’ll take the rest.”

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

Your Daily Nasruddin

When the lame, the small, the inferior, and even the average are eliminated, only the best donkeys remain.

Which Came First, Donkeys or Nosebags?

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Published on: January 31, 2011

Which Came First?

As Nasruddin entered the teahouse, Ali said, “Here is Nasruddin. Let us see him address a difficult philosophical question.”

“But Nasruddin knows only about donkeys!” retorted Musa the camel seller.

“There is indeed philosophy in donkeys, my friends,” Nasruddin said as Ali brought him a steaming cup of sweet tea. “Go ahead, try me.”

“Okay then,” said Abdul the baker, “answer us this one: Which came first, nosebags or donkeys?”

“Simple. Nosebags, of course.”

“Nosebags, Nasruddin‽ Don’t be ridiculous!” said Abdul. “It’s plainly obvious that donkeys came first.”

“Well, then, prove it,” said Nasruddin. “What is your proof that donkeys prëexisted nosebags?”

“Well, for one thing, you must admit that a donkey can recognize a nosebag — but a nosebag cannot recognize a donkey.”

“I take it, then,” said Nasruddin sipping his tea, “that you have it on the assurance of a good many nosebags that they have never seen a donkey‽”

Your Daily Nasruddin

This and the preceding story, “A Donkey and Its Nosebag” look at the donkey-and-nosebag origin issue from two different angles.

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