A thief went into Nasrudin's house and carried away almost all the possessions of the Mullah to his own home. Nasrudin had been watching from the street. After a few minutes Nasrudin took up a blanket,followed him,went into his house,lay down,and pretended to go to sleep. The thief asked Mullah, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Mullah replied, "Well, we were moving house, were we not?"

"Why are you sitting at the crossroad, Mullah?" "One day something will happen here, and a crowd will gather. When that comes about, I may not be able to get close enough-so I'm putting in my time now."

'What are you doing in that tree, Mullah?'
'Looking for eggs''But those are last year's nests!' 'Well, if you were a bird, and wanted a safe place to lay, would you build a new nest, with everyone watching?'

Nasrudin was riding along one day when his donkey took fright at something in its path and started to bolt. As he sped past them at an unaccustomed pace some countrymen called out: 'Where are you going,O Nasrudin, so fast?' 'Mullah shouted, 'don't ask me, ask my donkey!"

'You may have lost you donkey, Mullah, but you don't have to grieve over it more than you did about the loss of your first wife.'


'You may have lost you donkey, Mullah, but you don't have to grieve over it more than you did about the loss of your first wife.'


'You may have lost you donkey, Mullah, but you don't have to grieve over it more than you did about the loss of your first wife.'

The Mullah's neighbor wanted to borrow his cloth-line. Nasrudin said 'Sorry, I'm using it'. Drying flour!'
The neighbor said, 'How on earth can you dry flour on a clothes-line?'
Mullah replied, 'It is less difficult than you think when you do not want to lend it.'


'When I die', said Nasrudin, 'have me buried in an old grave.'
'Why?' Asked his relatives.
'Because when Munkir and Nakir, recording angels of good and bad actions, come, I'll be able to wave them on, saying that this grave has been counted and entered for punishment already.'

Nasrudin bought a large number of eggs and at once sold them at a lower price than he bought them. When asked why he did it he said: "Surely you don't want me to be called a profiteer?"

Mullah Nasrudin surprised the building of his own tomb. At last, after one shortcoming after another had been righted, the mason came for his money.
'It is not right yet builder.'
'Whatever more can be done with it?'
'We still have to supply the body.'

The Mulla went to see a rich man.
'Give me some money.'
'Why?'
'I want to buy ... an elephone.'
If you have no money,you can't afford to keep an elephant.'
'I came here',said Nasrudin,'to get money,no advice.'

'What is truth?' a disciple asked Nasrudin.
'Something which I have never, at any time, spoken-nor shall I.'