Painful Dream
'Nasrudin’s wife turned to him one morning: ‘Last night I dreamt that as I was preparing vegetables for a stew, the knife slipped and I cut my finger.’
‘Tonight you had better sleep wearing gloves,’ replied the Mulla.
This is not my task
A shop, on which the Mulla was the only passenger, was caught in a typhoon. The captain and crew, having done all they could to save the ship, fell on their knees and started to pray for deliverance. The Mulla stood calmly by. The captain opened his eyes, saw the Mulla standing there, jumped up and cried:' Get down on your knees!" You, a devout man, you should be praying with us.' Nasrudin did not move. 'I am only a passenger. Everything pertaining to the safety of this ship is your concerns, none mine.'
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