It goes without saying that whatever mulla nasruddin does is fabulously mind-boggling. now Don’t say you’ve not been warned!

Pay no attention!

Carrying home a load of delicate glassware, Mulla Nasruddin dropped it in the street. Everything was smashed. A crowd gathered.
‘What’s the matter with you, idiots?’ howled the Mulla. ‘Haven’t you ever seen a fool before?’

Pay full attention!

Nasruddin was not sure about Court etiquettes, yet he was among the notables who would be received by the Sultan when he visited the locality. He was quickly briefed. The King would ask him how long he had been living there, how long he had studied to become a Mulla, and whether he was happy about the taxation and spiritual welfare of the people.

He memorized his

answers: but they started in another order.
‘How long have you studied?’

‘Thirty-five years.’
‘How old are you, then?’
‘Twelve years.’

‘This is impossible! Which of us is mad?’
‘Both, your Majesty’
‘You call me mad, like you?’
‘Of course, we are mad, but in a different way, your Majesty!’

True lies!

‘How old are you, Mulla?’
‘Forty.’
‘But you said the same last time I asked you, two

years ago!’

‘Yes, I always stand by what I have said.’

Catch your rabbit!

People were talking about strange, sometimes mythical beasts, and someone iin the teahouse told Nasruddin that there were monsters to be found even near his own village.
As he was on his way home, the Mulla saw a new animal. It had long ears, like a donkey, but it was brownish, furry and chewing. So preoccupied was it that Nasruddin was able to steal up to it and catch it by the ears. He had never seen anything like this before. It was, in fact, a rabbit.
He took it home and tied it in a sack, forbidding his wife to open it. Then he hurried back to the teahouse.
‘I have found something’, he announced bravely, ‘which has ears like a donkey, munches like a camel, and is now in a sack in my house. There has never been an animal like this seen before.’
Immediately the teahouse emptied, and everyone ran to the Mulla’s home to see this wonder.
Meanwhile, of course, his wife had opened the sack, unable to restrain her curiosity. The rabbit bounded out of the house and away. She could think of nothing better to do than put a stone in the sack instead, and tie it up again.
Soon the Mulla arrived with his friends clamouring to see the monster.
He opened the sack, and the stone fell out. There was a dead silence. Nasruddin recovered himself first.
‘Friends, If you take seven of these stones, they will be found to weigh three-quarters of a pound.’

New Economic Law

During a crusade, Nasruddin was captured and set to work on the ditch near Aleppo citadel. The work was backbreaking, and the Mulla bemoaned his lot, but the exercise benefited him.
A neutral merchant passing by one day recognized him, and ransomed him for thirty silver dirhams. Taking him home he treated him kindly and bestowed his daughter upon him.
Now Nasruddin lived a life of fair cofort, but the woman turned out to be a shrewd.
‘You are the man, remember,’ she said one day, ‘that my father bought for thirty dirhams and gave to me.’
‘Yes,’ said Nasruddin, ‘I am that man. He paid thirty for me; you got me for nothing - and I have even lost the muscles I gained digging ditches.