Revised edition of *Extraordinary Adventures* now back in print!

Announcing the new Revised Edition of the acclaimed authentic story collection! Extraordinary Adventures of Mullah Nasruddin  Order the book now from Amazon here. Order the ebook from Amazon Kindle here. HONORS ~ Lambda Literary Awards, Finalist  ~ Rainbow Book Awards, Honorable Mention  ~ This acclaimed folklore collection details the escapades and exploits of the beloved 800-year-old Turkish “wise fool” Mullah Nasruddin (Nasreddin Hoca).    ~  Award-winning author Suresha has extensively researched to locate, collect, translate, and retell these 257 authentic, hilarious, outrageous folk tales and jokes, centuries-old “naughty Nasruddin” stories from the Levant and beyond, dozens gathered here in this volume…

Lord, leave me alone

Lord, leave me alone

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story   Lord, leave me alone Nasruddin’s mother, Leyla, thought her young son was basically a lost cause. She didn’t know what to do with him, so as a last resort she hired him as an errand boy to an innkeeper. The innkeeper instructed him, “Okay kid, go to the shore and wash out this old wineskin. But do it properly; otherwise, you will be punished!” So Nasruddin took the wineskin to the sea. And there he washed the wineskin, for all his worth, and continued cleaning it out through the long morning. By…

Ungrateful son of a donkey, part 2

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story   Ungrateful son of a donkey, part 2   [Continued from last week] *    *     * So Nasruddin traveled to see the Sultan in the great city of Woden, there was a very important king. Mullah entered the palace and came to the royal assembly. He saw the king, bowed, and sat down among the people. Then he looked at the king, and whispered aloud, “Ahh, this is my son!” Then he turned to other courtiers nearby, and said again, “Ahh, this is my son!” A few persons heard and reacted with shock.…

Ungrateful son of a donkey, part 1

Ungrateful son of a donkey, part 1

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story   Ungrateful son of a donkey One day, the Mullah’s donkey, Karakacan, gave birth to a foal. Believing himself the father, Mullah thought, Since now I have two donkeys, I shall send my younger son to a teacher to instruct him, so he will be taught, he will learn to read, and he will come to teach me. So Nasruddin took the young donkey to the schoolteacher, Halil, and told him, “This, my son, wants to be educated. Please tutor him so that he will be less a fool than me.” Halil replied in astonishment, “What are you…

Big fish, little fish

Big fish, little fish

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story   Big fish, little fish One day, young Nasruddin’s mother, Leyla, was cooking and speaking to her husband, Yousef, as the child watched them unseen through a hidden crack in the door. Leyla said, “Listen, my husband, I have prepared both a large fish and a small fish. We will hide the big fish under the wooden bench and serve the little one on the table to eat.” Yousef understood. “So, when the boy then has eaten and gone to bed, we will take out the big fish and eat it all ourselves.”…

A threat of justice

A threat of justice

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story   A threat of justice Once when Nasruddin was serving as a judge, two men presented their case to him. The first one said, “Your honor, I loaned this man fifty silver coins a year ago and now he won’t pay me back.” Nasruddin asked the second man, “Is this correct?” “No, your honor,” the fellow answered blankly. The Mullah turned to the plaintiff and said, “There is no debt.” “Excuse me, your Honor, but by answering just once like this, would you relieve this man of his debt to me‽” “All right,…

Hands are full

A Mullah Nasruddin / Nasreddin Hoca story   Hands are full Once, Nasruddin went on a long trip, and Fatima insisted that he carry a weapon, so he left heavily armed. In one hand he held a huge sword, and in the other he clenched a pistol. Unfortunately, on the road the Mullah encountered a thief who stopped and robbed him. Not even the Mullah’s pants were left him. When he returned home and told Fatima what had happened to him, she exclaimed, “Dolt! You were armed to the teeth! Why in God’s name did you not do anything to…