The Right Language
A man was caught in a river current and hanging on to some rocks in order to avoid being carried away.
Nasrudin and a friend noticed him, and the friend went up to him, extended his arm, and said, “Give me your hand so I can help you out.”
The man, however, did not cooperate.
Nasrudin then asked the man what he did for a living.
“I collect taxes,” the other replied.
“Then take my hand,” Nasrudin said, upon which the man finally cooperated.
Nasrudin then turned to his friend and remarked, “Tax collectors speak the language of take, not the language of give.”
Nasrudin Steals Wheat
Nasrudin was at the local mill along with many others. As they waited for their turn, Nasrudin scooped wheat from other people’s sacks into his own.
The miller noticed this and confronted Nasrudin.
“What are you doing?” he said.
“Don’t mind me,” replied Nasrudin, “I am just a half-wit. I do whatever comes to my head.”
“Well,” the miller replied, “Then why hasn’t it come to you head to put your wheat into other people sacks?”
“Hey, I said I was a half-wit,” replied Nasrudin. “I never said I was a complete idiot.”
Meal or Preaching?
The local religious leader invited Nasrudin over for dinner one night.
Nasrudin, not having eaten much that day, was famished when he got there, and eager to eat as soon as possible. After two hours had passed, the religious leader had yet to offer Nasrudin any food, and instead spoke nonstop about a variety of religious topics.
As Nasrudin grew more annoyed with each passing minute, he finally interrupted the man and said, “May I ask you something?”
“What?” the religious leader answered, eager to hear some religious question that would prompt him to continue talking.
“I was just wondering,” Nasrudin said. “Did the people in your stories ever eat?”