| Mulla Nasruddin borrowed a pot from his friend. The next day, he gave the friend back the pot, plus another smaller pot. The friend looked at the small pot, and said, "What's that?" "Your pot gave birth while I had it," said Nasrudin, "so I am giving you its child." The friend, happy to receive the bonus, did not ask another question. A week later, Nasrudin once again borrowed the original pot from the friend. After a week passed, the friend asked Nasrudin to return it. "I can't," said Nasrudin. "Why not?" the friend asked. "Well," Nasrudin answered, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news...but your pot has died." "What?" the friend asked with skepticism. "A pot can't die!" "Well, you believed it gave birth,` said Nasrudin, "so is why is it that you can't believe it died?" |
| Mullah Nasruddin returned home grinning foolishly on a festival holiday and his wife wondered aloud about what was so funny. Mullah revealed that he had bought a fine leg of lamb from the market. On his way home he encountered a friend who wrote a special mutton recipe. Mullah was happily looking forward to a delicious meal as he walked back home with the lamb piece in one hand and the recipe in the other. As ill luck would have it, a crow had spied the meat. Swooping down with a raucous cry, the crow stole the meat from Nasruddin's hand and flew off with it towards a cluster of trees. "You fool," cried his wife, "what's so funny about the crow stealing the meat that we could have cooked on this festival ?" "You don't understand begum!" Mullah continued grinning from ear to ear. "The stupid crow may have stolen our meat! But what's it going to do with raw meat ? It forgot to steal the recipe from my other hand, which is still with me!" |
| Mulla Nasruddin and his wife went to Israel for their holidays, and visited a night club in Tel Aviv. A comedian was on the bill who did his whole act in Hebrew. Nasruddin's wife sat through the comic's act in silence, but Nasruddin roared with laughter at the end of each joke. "I didn't know you understood Hebrew," she said to the Mulla when the comedian had concluded his act. "I don't" replied Nasruddin. "Well, how come you laughed so much at his jokes?" "AH!!!" said Nasrudin. "I TRUSTED HIM." |
| Mulla Nasruddin called on a psychiatrist and told him that he had problems and needed help. "I want to talk to you," said the Mulla, "because my ethics have not been what they should be and my conscience is bothering me." "I understand," the psychiatrist said, "and you want me to help you build up a stronger will power, is that it?" "NO," said Nasruddin, "THAT'S NOT IT. I WANT YOU TO TRY TO WEAKEN MY CONSCIENCE." |