The Magic Ring

A king was fed up with the ups and downs of life. He suffered great highs and extreme lows. He asked his viziers and advisors to make a magic ring which would pacify his extreme emotions. All the wise men of the nation were consulted, but none could make the ring. As it
happened, Mullah was passing through the country at the time and he heard of the kings requirement. He got an audience with the great potentate and presented him with
a simple ring that he wore on his own hand. This ring had the magic property desired. On it was written,
‘This too shall pass’

Noisy Blanket

One winter night, while Nasruddin was sleeping he heard a sudden noise in the street. Covering himself with a blanket, he came out to check the cause of the noise. Suddenly a smart thief robbed him of his blanket and ran away. So he came back home without the blanket. Replying to his wife who asked about the reason for the noise, Nasruddin said, “All the noise was about my blanket.”

Knowledgable Turban

The wit and wisdom of Mullah Nasruddin never leaves him at a loss for words. One day an illiterate man came to Mullah with a letter he had received, and said, “Mullah Nasruddin, please read out this letter. Mullah Nasruddin looked at the letter, but could not make out a single word. So he told the man, “I am sorry, but I cannot read this.” The man cried, “For shame, Mullah Nasruddin ! You should be ashamed before the turban you wear (a sign of education). Mullah Nasruddin removed the turban from his own head and placed it on the head of the illiterate man and said, “There, now you wear the turban. If it gives knowledge, read the letter yourself.”

Horse Voice Nightangle

Once Nasruddin went to a garden and climbed an apricot tree. The gardener saw this and asked him, “Why did you climb someone else’s tree?” Nasruddin answered, “Don’t you know I am a nightingale and for nightingales to climb a tree is not a sin.” The gardener laughed and said, “Please sing so that I can listen to and enjoy your song.” Nasruddin started to sing in his hoarse voice. The gardener asked him whether nightingales sang so badly. Nasruddin replied, “A nightingale which eats raw apricot will not sing better than this.”