tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82805749066812190542012-01-29T02:26:11.922+01:00111 Teaching Stories of Nasreddin Hodja, the Wise Fool of the EastDaniel Tennerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118792955515001306noreply@blogger.comBlogger1121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280574906681219054.post-25684213886568046652010-12-23T17:22:00.040+01:002011-09-27T15:46:53.061+02:00

This reminds me of a story 111 Teaching Stories of Nasreddin Hodja, the Wise Fool of the East. © 2007 -2010 Ioan Tenner and Daniel Tenner Foreword There is nothing new in the world but for a newborn all the stories are new. For the newcomer to Nasreddin Hodja, the 111 stories that follow promise a discovery. As for Nasreddin’s old friends, they are a modest aide-mémoire. This booklet is for

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It rains and then it stops… Everything has a beginning and an end. And as they say, when there is no more water in the pail, there is no more moon in the water. Tales go to sleep with their tellers. This reminds me of a story: Well, the Mullah was growing old indeed. Nobody giggled now when he said funny things. Instead, people worried that he might have hidden something important into his

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It takes a life to learn how little you know; so that you speak about fewer, really important things. However, silence is understood by few people. You can point the way or give your own action as an example... Or you must use words, many, many words. Therefore, the wise must repeat themselves for a long, long time before they are understood. This reminds me of a story: “Human wisdom is

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Bold people learn the art of self-fulfilling prophesy knowing that a large part of our future is of our own making. This reminds me of a story: At one time Nasrudin bragged that he had the power to predict the future. This proved to be a dangerous gift. As soon as Tamerlane was informed about the sinful claim he called Hodja and, as he unsheathed his sword, asked with a vicious smile: “Tell me

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It is most profitable to associate with Divinity when you beg. You are looked at down and up, at the same time. This reminds me of a story: Tamerlane’s dark army was streaming along a dusty trail under a boring dry succession of sandy gusts. In front, Tamerlane on his stallion. Behind, Hodja tottering on his mule. Towards noon, in the precise middle of nowhere, the cavalcade came upon a skinny

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Nothing fools you like yourself. Great deceivers know this best. This reminds me of a story: Tamerlane loved to cheat people and he was proud of his ruses. One evening at the court feast, after many drinks of arak, he remembered how in his youth he feigned dying, to appease a dangerous enemy: “Shah-Mansur sent me ambassadors to size me up. Before their entry I had a lamb slaughtered and drank

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Feelings may be more hurtful that facts. If you can’t treat the fact, you can still cure the feeling. This reminds me of a story:For several days now, Hodja kept his eye on Selim, his neighbour, over the fence. Poor Selim looked worried; all day he paced around the garden, like a bear in a cage. At night too you could hear him walking up and down inside his house, and sometimes coming out into

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Don’t ask for news from hungry people. This reminds me of a story: The Cadi, returning from Ankara after three month of absence, was resting for lunch on the road-side by the forest. The meal was as rich as the cadi, Aksehir in sight but still far away downhill. Tired and hungry, Hodja appeared and was pleasantly surprised to meet food at the right time, when his belly urged for it. “Salaam

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Beware the one who swells your pride. A flatterer gives nothing for what he takes. This reminds me of a story: In those charming old times when Nasrudin was poor like the fleas in his beard, but still forever young and full of resource, a complicated chain of lucky and unlucky circumstances led his pilgrim path to the city of Ankara. There he exercised the temporary profession of begging for

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In one hundred occasions there may be ninety-nine when you don’t have a choice. But there is one when you can choose to do what you think to be good and right. That one decides who you are, with no excuse. This reminds me of a story*: The sand of the Black Sea coast was covered with myriads of starfish washed ashore by the storm, doomed to be soon dried out by the sun. Nasreddin picked

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To him that is joined to all the living there is hope. A living dog is better than a dead lion. This reminds me of a story: Timur's death mask The years had passed without mercy. Tamerlane grew to conceive that time was the one enemy he could not conquer. He became interested in what the world would do after him. At the usual hour of leisurely repose, so much deserved by a king of kings, he

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Could someone please explain once more why you have to do unto others that which you want to have done unto you? This reminds me of a story: Two fishes to feed 5000 CC Grauesel Abu Hassan al-Mutakallim al-Hikma, utmost authority in the study of Divine Knowledge and Ethics, hearing too much and too often about the aforementioned Mullah Nasreddin, came to examine this man in his village of Horto

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You can do what you want, but can you want what you want? This reminds me of a story: Two merchants came to Nasrudin the cadi to obtain justice. One, Selim explained: “Before I left for a long and dangerous voyage earlier this year I wanted to keep my money, three hundred gold curush, safe. I went to my old time and respectable acquaintance Ahmed, here present and asked him to keep my money

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There is always higher than high and lower than low. This reminds me of a story: Once you have tasted good food, you will remember it from time to time. Nasrudin, who, being retired from Tamerlane’s court, lived in modesty, walked once by the sultan’s palaces and observed a big feast offered to important people under a splendid tent. His feet decided at once and carried him inside, straight to

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Truly, to practice humility you need a certain well-being. This reminds me of a story: One Friday afternoon, at the mosque, Nasrudin felt suddenly hit by modesty and depression for this life, so short, in a world so endless. He fell down on his knees, lifted his arms and cried out: “Oh, Everlasting One! I’m nothing! I’m nothing!” The Imam looked at him, saw that this was good and knelt down

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Good horses, determination and good hope are good companions but poor guides. Before you charge ahead make certain you want the right thing. This reminds me of a story:One sunny spring afternoon Nasrudin was sitting peacefully by the imposing North gate of Samarkand watching the colourful string of caravans following each other and followed in turn by the curious glances of the populace.A

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For many, complication is menace and subtlety an insult. With such, keep things flat. This reminds me of a story: Tired with the world, Mullah Nasrudin - the enlightened Hoca- lived secluded in a mountain cave. The perfumed rose of Sufi wisdom alone illuminated his nights and mystic love helped him ignore the cold of the dawn. But his renown could not let him in peace. Like swarms of hornets,

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Being a public man is an art of the harlot. With one hand you lure the crowd with another you shun it. This reminds me of a story:One day the Imam visited Nasrudin, in all discretion to ask his counsel:“Dear Hodja, “he said, “you are seasoned in the art of giving advice. Like you, and even more, I am submerged with all these shallow believers who come, everyday, from morning to dusk, to solicit

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Some, will learn from you and pay you with respect. Most, will steal from you whatever you teach and hasten away. Lucky if they let you live. This reminds me of a story:At one time when Hodja was a poor man, he got visited by a thief. Nasrudin was lying in his bed. To avoid being hurt, he pretended that he was sleeping. The man packed whatever he considered worth into a big bundle and finally

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A touch of eastern wisdom will always be good for your health provided you don’t get drowned in its endless flow. This reminds me of a story: For once, the Mullah was almost rich. Tamerlane had offered him a pure breed stallion as a gift for being amused on one occasion. Besides, he had saved some good money. Homesick and wiser as he felt, he decided to settle again in his native village of

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In overseeing your possessions it helps to have a long term view. Not too long though. This reminds me of a story: Every child can imagine the cavern of Ali Baba. But who on earth could have been able to picture the treasuries of Tamerlane? What is robbing a caravan compared with plundering twenty-seven kingdoms? For an example, eight hundred camels were insufficient to carry the gold pillaged

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There is strength in numbers; the best place to hide may be amidst a crowd. This reminds me of a story:Tamerlane, the protector of the arts, became very fond of spending his leisure time and soothing his soul in the sound of the zummarah reed pipe. Soon, from one performer, the kingly orchestra grew to no less than one hundred blindfolded pipers, replenishing the gallery above the emir's resting

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Don’t let choices choose for you. There may be a choice of choices. This reminds me of a story:Friday noon at the mosque, the Imam decided to preach by making people feel, in their own being, the meaning of salvation and damnation.“Let’s see,” he said, "those of you who choose to go to Hell, stand up!”Nobody rose.“Now, those who want to go to Heaven,” continued the Imam with intent.Everybody

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Instruct a jester with care. He may do what you request instead of what you want. This reminds me of a story:Said Tamerlane:“Mulla, here is a task that fits a fool. Find out for me who are the ten most foolish people in Samarkand. Have fear of no one, I request the truth. Rasti Rusti! What means do you need to do it?”Nasrudin considered carefully and replied:“Hearing is obeying, Sahib Qiran! I

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When you place the cheese in the mousetrap, you are advised to leave some space for the mouse too. This reminds me of a story:The Hodja strolled away at the butchers’ and bought three oka of his favourite mutton. Back home he asked his wife, the faithful Kadidja to prepare from it the meal he liked most – meatballs.The dish was cooked as ordered that afternoon.What a pity that the Mullah was

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When it comes to miracles, better open your eyes and your ears, and give all your attention to every word you hear. It’s worth it. This reminds me of a story: “Nasrudin talks to God!” The rumour spread like fire through dry hay. In less than one week the news was whispered into the Emir’s all-knowing ear. As a result Hodja was summoned to the morning divan. “How could you hide such an important

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Everything is relative; especially man’s solidarity with his fellow. This reminds me of a story: Far astray, much too far from the holy road to Mecca, tired Nasrudin and a companion of misfortune were lost in the great desert. They pulled their blistered legs through the fine hot sand that flew, on and on, around their boots like an hourglass forever turned. Yes, the day was near to end but

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When there is something to say, the wise one speaks the right number of words, not one more, not one less. The only difficulty with this golden rule is to judge which words are the really needed ones. This reminds me of a story:  After many years of hard work, having at last saved the money, Ali opened his own fish-shop. Around the crates with many kinds of fish and sea-food glimmering on beds

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Sometimes, for the sake of fun, there is no alternative to calling a spade a spade. This reminds me of a story: Timur set his camp near Konya. Each morning, the neighbouring villages sent people to him to sweeten his disposition with gifts. One day, Nasrudin was sent, with a small basket of green figs as a gift. "What!" growled the Emir, "I hate figs! Stick them up his arse." The guards

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What should you do when the unacceptable happens? Well… what you can. It is definitely forbidden to do what you cannot. This reminds me of a story: On the way back from Samarkand to Eskisehir the Silk Road seemed never to end and was mainly made of sand. Everywhere, the same dogs were barking, the same caravan passed and then the dusty dogs were barking again and the sand ate up the traces of

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There are no old tricks, only old people. A hoax is new, once in every generation. Once in a lifetime it works. Some turns of mind are worth to remember, as they will happen again. This reminds me of a story: Nasrudin, adorned with an imposing turban, sat down at the fair, on a beautiful silken carpet, with a dancing snake, a flute and a tall, expensive looking jar by his side. He left

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Some people insist to measure and judge you by that which you are not, which you do not have, you cannot, or that which you do not know. Reject this stupid abuse; assert credit for what you are. This reminds me of a story: The splendid court of Samarkand was glittering with the loot of twelve conquered kingdoms. Maulana Nasr Ed Din, the eating guest of Emir Tamerlane spent his days dressed in

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It is hard to correct people who know for certain but there are ways to do it by push or by pull, from outside or from inside; to challenge peoples' certitudes push against them to stop them; or grow them until they burst into paradox. This reminds me of a story: One day Nasrudin found a dervish stealing figs in his orchard. As he grabbed the fakir by the neck he shouted: “What do you think

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It’s not so much what happens, but what you understand from it. It is God's hand in everything or simply the work of your hand. This reminds me of a story: After another one of his many battles with the rebellious Black Sheep, Timur rode back to his tents and sat on his throne, surrounded by his court. For a long time the roomful of courtiers and noblemen was silent, waiting for him to speak.

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Things that do not exist have an enormous potential; unhindered by fact, everything becomes possible. to imaginary problems you can impart imaginary solutions, at will. Moreover, the non existent is indistructible and forever reliable. Build your castles in imaginary, intangible realms and you will never be proven wrong. This reminds me of a story: When Hodja was a cadi, two peasants came to

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Few things teach like show-how. Only experience is stronger. Reserve this for the important insights. This reminds me of a story: One early morning, Tamerlane sent for Nasrudin. "Listen, worm" he spoke, "Once more I did not find sleep this night. I was thinking of Hell and Heaven. I was trying to figure how those places could be. But there was a veil on my mind's eye. I thought I give you a

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Cultivate the art of profuse excuses. Nobody believes them but at least you prove that you care and have imagination. This reminds me of a story: A neighbour came, again, to ask Hodja to lend him his donkey, Abdul. “I must go and ask Abdul first,” answered Nasrudin.” If he agrees, he’s yours for the whole day.” He went and came back after a short while: “How unfortunate! He is totally

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Tempters are those who lure you to be what you are not, or worse, to think no evil. It is a loosing game. This reminds me of a story: The mighty and terrible Tamerlane, conqueror of numberless kingdoms, had, besides his awesome qualities, a couple of minor shortcomings. He was limping - to the comfort of his enemies who called him Timur the Lame - his hand was crippled and he was also blind in

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He who steals an egg today, will steal an ox tomorrow. Hunger develops imagination; that is true for the fool but not for the idiot. This reminds me of a story: Once, when Nasrudin was still a kid, his father sent him with a sack of wheat to the mill. There was a long waiting line. Nasrudin spent his time snatching handfuls of wheat from other people’s sacks and adding it to his own. This went

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Be careful, kings only, and not all of them, understand that having a jester at court – to tell them bold truth – is a luxury. Common people laugh at your jest and then treat you for an idiot. Be sparing with making a fool of yourself! This reminds me of a story: The Spanish envoy, chamberlain Clavijo, offered to Tamerlane a precious chest full of barbarian presents. Among the daggers with

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“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:” A time to be born, and a time to die; …a time to be wise and a time to be like everybody else. Don’t choose the wrong time. This reminds me of a story: Hodja was travelling alone in the wilderness. Suddenly a tiger appeared, not far away. Hodja run for his life. As he didn’t have time to look, he slid behind the

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Noble is sacrifice for the public good! It will be wise though to ask yourself whether a given public is good enough to deserve it. This reminds me of a story: After trampling so many of Bajazet’s spahis and janissaries in the great battle of Ankara, Tamerlane’s war elephants deserved a vacation and good food. Accordingly, the Emir spread them to pasture one by one in many Turkish villages with

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I witness that besides growing the freedom of choices in your mind, learning helps you feel less lonely when everybody deserted you. Many souls are with you when you learn. This reminds me of a story: One morning, four years before his days were all counted Tamerlane had Nasrudin called and said: "This day I feel inclined to ponder. It occurs to me that I spent so much of my life reading the

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You see this one and that one doing without shame to others what they hate to be done unto them. But when it comes to their own interest they demand justice. This reminds me of a story:Three robbers, who had stolen a sack of corn, disagreed on how to share it. As each thought to have the highest merit to the booty they decided to go to Nasrudin the Hodja for arbitration.“Hodja,” said they, “you

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The ability to marvel when considering the simplest of things is the sign of fine intelligence but looks silly to the stupid. “What good is an idle thought,” they say, “when you can’t even sell it?” This reminds me of a story: The new market-street in Samarkand was as rich as you can imagine a place where they piled up and sold the incredible loot of Timur's conquests. In his magnanimity, the

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Surprise is the weapon without a blade. You can floor people by the sheer power of the unexpected. This reminds me of a story:One night the Hodja was sleeping in his bed, snoring peacefully after a busy day when he was awaken by somebody, obviously a burglar, who was cautiously investigating the pitch-dark room.With an unexpectedly friendly voice he addressed the anonymous presence:“Light a

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It is easy to influence people by exaggerating in one direction in order to obtain an opposite response. This reminds me of a story:Out on the road under the blazing sun, the ever hungry Hodja – the pilgrim – found a party of merchants. They were eating a lavish, appetising lunch of smoked cheese, olives, flat bread and juicy fruit with delicious refreshing drinks, in the shade of the one big

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Do not burn all the bridges! Do not spit in the well! Death only is final. Try to always leave some little thing, some reserve behind you so that you may come back. Life changes. Sometimes a foot in the door is your way back to lost friends and property. This reminds me of a story: This was the year when all went bad. Hodja’s father died. The draught scorched the vineyard and the cornfield.

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Often those who teach cannot do and those who find the fault cannot fix it. Nothing wrong in this provided you understand to take from each what they can offer instead of believing foolishly that he who can do more can do less too. This reminds me of a story: Around the tents of the big encampment everyone was busy at the king's orders. The slaves were slaving, the horses horsing, the

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Did this happen to you? Ask for help against a thief and the policeman investigates you. The people of the order don’t like to deal with disorder. It’s easier to search the victim. This reminds me of a story:Hodja’s donkey was stolen from his shed. He rushed to complain to the magistrate of the village.“Misfortune,” he said, “my help, my precious, my only donkey was stolen!”“Tell me exactly how

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Most people believe that asking questions is something that goes by itself. But I see that questions are like doors; if you open the right one you may go where you need. Through the wrong one, you go nowhere, or worse, to the wrong place. Before seeking answers you must spend time and find the right question. This reminds me of a story:Nasrudin folded his legs, sat down in front of the sultan’s

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Sometimes, you can make a fool of yourself to let people find out how ridiculous they are. The least clever don’t understand, at first. But, slowly, it dawns on them too. This reminds me of a story:Peace had finally broken out in Anatolia, so the hay market tea house in Aksehir was once again the setting for much bragging about military exploits. Listening to the group, you would have thought

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The last insanity of the rulers is to conclude that they are God. In fact this ridiculous illness befalls also a number of petty backyard tyrants, when some little power over people goes to their head. This reminds me of a story:One day as Tamerlane relaxed in private counsel with his favourite fool Nasreddin he grew inspired. In that moment of secrecy, away from the crowd, he felt inclined to

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Sometimes language is silly. Revealing it makes people think. Well, some of the people. This reminds me of a story: The gates of Samarkand were closed for the night when a busy traveller demanded entry. “No strangers are admitted after sunset!” shouted the guard. “I am no stranger! I am Nasrudin the Hodja, advisor to Emir Timur!” The gate opened and an incredulous and menacing soldiery

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The mind has definite limits but we don’t see them because we do not know what we do not know. However, there is a way to feel those frontiers - trying to understand paradoxes like “What I say is false.” This reminds me of a story:Tamerlane, may Allah keep him forever where he belongs, was sick and tired of the flatterers at his court, ready to lie away the stars from the sky and say to him

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It is amazing how much people worry about funeral observances. Isn’t your true feeling the most important thing? This reminds me of a story:A man came to seek advice from Hodja concerning burial customs.“Pray Hodja,” he asked. “When the stretcher or the casket is carried in silence by the friends or family, I as a well meaning visitor, where should I place myself in the funeral procession? Behind

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Some people just don’t want to take no for an answer when it is about their interest. Yours, they don’t see at all. This reminds me of a story:“Hodja, can I please have your laundry rope for a couple of days? We do our spring washing tomorrow.”“Unfortunately the rope is busy. My wife is drying flour on it.”“But Hodja, who can imagine such an incredible thing – drying flour on a rope? Is that even

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Hypocrites should be paid with barefaced fabrication. In this way there will be a little justice in this world. This reminds me of a story:Three poor pilgrims were proceeding on the long road back from Mecca. It so happens that one of them was our Hodja who had joined the other two that same day. After the evening prayers, Nasrudin extracted from his meagre bag a flatbread and told his companions

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People may be born equal but at the market they are certainly not all the same. As they say, some are more equal than others. This reminds me of a story:The souk was so crowded that you could easily mistake it for a carpet of beards.Nasrudin addressed a tall young man next to him:“May I salute you, young master! Aren’t you by any chance the imam’s nephew?”“Not at all.”“The son of the cadi, maybe?

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Prayer reveals the praying one as questions lay bare the questioner. Listen and learn about people. This reminds me of a story:It was Friday afternoon, after the zuhr, at the tea house in Nasrudin’s village. Groups of weary men sat outside, drinking tea while resting from the hard work of the week.Yet they were not allowed to rest. Like a gadfly, a young bearded dervish newly arrived in the

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Let me wonder again at the power of changing with one single word the meaning of a whole situation. Such turns of phrase are good to treasure in your memory. Nasrudin’s sharp mind is a school of bringing down mighty Goliath with a mere sling. This reminds me of a story: There was a famous sheikh who hated Nasrudin’s wits. He decided to teach this insignificant mullah a lesson that will put him

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Let’s face it. There is too little honesty in commerce. Too often, for some perverse reason, stealing from the buyer in the marketplace is called business. This reminds me of a story:A sunny winter day is excellent for selling donkeys. Fat, gray donkeys against the white snow. Buyers are well disposed in the sunshine and decide faster because of the cold. And the donkeys like it too. Young

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Waiting is a practical art. Menace itself has a course of life: it is born, it dwells around for a while and sooner or later dies out. The wise plan ahead. This reminds me of a story: Timur Kurgan, Protector of the scholars, enjoyed the company of the learned. Those who gave him right answers were relatively safe. Before he pillaged and burned Damascus, he even bought, as a sign of good will,

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Renown breeds high expectations. This is poisonous credit. When people imagine they will behold miracles, whatever you do will disappoint them. Reject excessive praise if not by modesty, by prudence. But if it is too late to be humble, then shroud yourself in mystery and absence. This reminds me of a story: At one fleeting period in time Nasreddin was a celebrated Sufi recluse. Since he

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Just playing with the words: doesn’t your strength start where your weakness stops? This reminds me of a story: “You know," said old Nasreddin, "now at eighty I am exactly as strong as I used to be sixty years ago.” “How can you say such a thing?" wondered a neighbour. "At eighty you cannot be like a young man!” “But it’s true!” “Can you prove it?” “Yes.” “How?” “You can witness it with

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There are heaven-sent situations where you can teach by example. It is like having life at your command, for a moment. One such case is when you get the learner to do exactly the mistake you instruct him about. This is luxury education; once tasted in this way wisdom is very difficult to forget. This reminds me of a story:The ageing Tamerlane sent after his favourite jester Nasrudin to come and

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Always look on the bright side of life. For a confident mind a kick in the pants is a step forward and a near miss – a blessing in disguise. Aim to turn a doubtful honour into apparent success. This reminds me of a story:The Mullah rode back from Konya as fast as his donkey could, impatient to break the news. Once in Aksehir, he headed straight to the market and cried out for everyone to hear:"

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Some say that a good joke never won an enemy but often lost a friend. Maybe. But I observed that some tyrants, when they are clever and strong, will reward audacious wit as eagerly as they despise the flattery they are used to.Hoca was strolling through the market of Konya. His eyes and his nostrils were full with the colourful multitude of people and the mouth-watering treasuries of the stalls.

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Who has nothing has nothing to lose but those who have a lot at stake always engage him to die a heroic death for their ills.” Le sage, en hésitant, tourne autour du tombeau…” This reminds me of a story: Bayazid in Timur's cage The news spread fast, like fire in the bushes! Timur the Lame, the angry ghost of Genghis Khan had vanquished the great sultan Bayazid the Thunder at Ankara

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Some rare people do it naturally, for the rest of us it is a valuable discovery: when you have nothing to say, just say nothing. You are not obliged to fill all the silences with your words. Allow pause and even better; create stillness when you want to cause other people to speak. This reminds me of a story: Believe it or not, Nasreddin used to be a silent child. As a matter of fact his

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Don’t fight each “No!”. Learn from water. Water gives way, goes around, and soaks trough. Easy does it. Don’t break through that which you can carry. This reminds me of a story:Mounted on a platform by the wool market in Konya Nasrudin was teaching his followers and anyone else who wished to listen:"Have trust in Allah, but don't forget to tie up your camel." and “Don’t wait to dig your well

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Words once spoken live their own life. Giving careless reasons may turn back on you like a boomerang. Think both ways. Mind that what you point to others now can be pointed back to you later. This reminds me of a story: At that time Nasreddin was at schoolboy. Once, as his teacher was imparting knowledge, he was pleasantly interrupted by a relative who brought him a wonderful gift: A large

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People believe what they desire to believe. Skilled liars know this very well. Their lies are tall (beyond your ability to compare) and simple (so that they can stretch them out as needed) and meet your wishes (so that you lovingly embrace them). They deceive but you cheat yourself. This reminds me of a story: Young Nasrudin went to his rich neighbour, Hakim, to borrow a larger pot and a small

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When you debate with the know-all ask them that simplest of things: “what is this which you believe to master so well? What is it?” Most people are unable to answer properly. Socrates used this question to prove the arrogant that they don’t know what they speak about. This reminds me of a story: Tamerlane was a savage beast in his soul but he was a clever man too and liked to surround himself

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Things should be paid in kind. Pay true help with generous return, worth with worth and politeness with politeness. But to a question like sand in your bowl of rice give an answer like a stick dragged through swampy mud. This reminds me of a story: A poor man passed by a shop where appetising shish kebab was roasting on a turning rod and koftes were frying with irresistible aromas. As he could

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If you cannot dress in lion skin, wear fox pelt. In bad times, learn how to benefit from the shadow of the powerful. But that requires nerve. This reminds me of a story: One sunny afternoon Tamerlane lay resting in the shade of a lofty red and green silken pavilion in the middle of his twelve-in-one Bagh-I Bihisht gardens at Samarkand. At his feet, the trustworthy Nasreddin. In front of

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Everybody knows to push back. Few people learned - instead of opposing - to pull an opponent and make him fall by his own strength. As you turn a joke against the joker. Remember that it is more intelligent to sail than to row. This reminds me of a story:One day, as the young Nasrudin sat by the gate of the village thinking up a scheme to smuggle donkeys, a cow in the nearby field started mooing.

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Every man who says sincerely that which he believes, speaks truth. His. This is why there are so many truths. Do not err to call liars people who believe other than you. They may be mistaken but they are probably honest. This reminds me of a story: At one time the Hoça used to be judge of the village. His young son was by his side to learn the office of giving justice to the people. A man

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There are times when it is better not to understand each other; particularly in important matters of principle and of conviction. Consider leaving a few things misunderstood for the sake of peace and quiet. This reminds me of a story: Tamerlane had Nasreddin called in his presence and ordered, “Worm, you will be my envoy to the emperor of Constantinople.” “What should I tell him, Master?”

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When you dream, dream big! In need, don’t beg for trifles! The smart pauper looks for changing his condition, not for alms that keep him another day as he is. Additionally remember the old proverb: Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.  All this reminds me of a story: At one time Nasreddin was a beggar. Worse, as a timid

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When one comes for help, don’t give advice instead. It serves little but it irritates a lot. This reminds me of a story:Nasrudin went to Bekir the rich merchant to ask for one gold curuş :“Why do you need to borrow so much money?” asked Bekir, in turn.“I want to buy a camel to work my field.”“To work your field you need an ox, not a camel.” said Bekir."Excuse me Bekir,” replied Nasrudin, “I came

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Beware the paragons of ascetism and abstinence. I am frightened of what may lurk and boil in their soul. And remember: God may forgive us for the sins we have made, but He will never ever forgive us for the sins we didn’t commit. This reminds me of a story:This is definitely not about Mullah Nasrudin. Moslems don’t do such things with unknown women. It is about an old Buddhist monk and sage. His

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One advice may be good counsel but following all opinions is stupid without mistake. Listen to advice without interruption, and follow your own judgement. This reminds me of a story:One day, the Mullah went to the market in Konya with his son. As they only had one mule the son mounted it and the Mullah walked.A neighbour was appalled. "Now this is education! The old man walks while the lazy

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Circumstances are like boxes, contained in larger boxes, surrounded by still larger ones. When you rise to a wider view, some unattainable things come within reach. This reminds me of a story:Timur was open-handed with his courtiers but somehow he would always take more than he gave. One whispered once that he would give with both hands but take with his feet too. To put it short, Nasrudin the

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Critique is a gift. Be careful when you criticise. Friends deserve it but often take offence. Enemies get free lessons from your critique to strengthen their wrongdoing. A wise man must be a fool indeed to teach lessons to his own enemy. Don’t fix the wrong thing.For quite a while now, at the teahouse, as he sat at his favourite table sipping the sweet brew of the afternoon, a cheeky brat would

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Success has many parents but failure is always an orphan. Similarly, insolvency has no descendants, but wealth finds many inheritors. This reminds me of a story:The richest man in Aksehir, owner of several houses, shops, vineyards, and fields, died. At the funeral, among the numerous family members present, arrived in haste from the four corners of Anatolia, you could see Nasrudin, eyes in tears,

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In little time and with effortless agreement you can build up other peoples’ knowledge. For this, cause them to put their minds together and teach each other while you keep silent. The little they know will come up like oil on the water. Then, if you still have something left to say, add your own, without fear of repeating the obsolete. This reminds me of a story:Nasrudin was now a reputed

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Bad is never good until worse arrives. This maxim – reversed - is useful in unpromising situations. You could make things even tougher and then, get back to what was before. This reminds me of a story:Nasrudin the Mullah was dispensing much respected wisdom to the gent of Aksehir. The needy and the perplexed found light in his simple, deep words and the rich preferred to listen to his sermon

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Modest places require vital skills. If you are well educated, beware of the simple people. They may give you a lesson. This reminds me of a story:Now Nasrudin was a ferryman. One day he took a scholar in his boat. As he listened to the Hodja's chatter the learned man - a scholar equal to Rumi himself - observed some errors of speech and asked:"Tell me Hoca, did you ever study grammar?""No.""What

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Tyrants deserve hypocrisy. Render therefore unto Caesar the things which be Caesar's, and unto God the things which be God's. And what is yours, keep for yourself. This reminds me of a story:Nasrudin presented to Tamerlane a dish of eggplant. It was the authentic Imam Bayıldı, the delicate dish that had an Imam faint with pleasure, prepared - as they do it at Konya - in honour of the Great Emir

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The best way to teach and to convince is to act like Socrates. Be a midwife not a schoolmaster. Come with seemingly empty hands, armed with discrete wisdom. Cook new knowledge from the ingredients everybody has and do not know how to value. When the skilled adviser did his work, people believe they are the ones who made it. This reminds me of a story: The wind and the looting hordes had

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“Occam’s razor” principle teaches us to shave away the useless complications. Keep it as simple as possible (but not simpler – would say Einstein). This reminds me of a story:Tired of so many years of travel and danger, Nasrudin was wandering back home. On his way he met a Sufi saint. They walked together for many days, in silence, heading for Konya.At the muddy banks of the Kizilirmak not far

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You are worth to people as much as they hope from you, teaches Gracian. Not as much as they owe you. Only fools count on gratitude. This reminds me of a story: The sweaty Mullah tired by the big city felt it was time to take a good bath. The chambers and washrooms of the old Court hammam in Konya were swarming with merry people glad to escape the sandy heat of the simoom, the poison wind of the

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You can pronounce all the right words and still not be understood. Use the talk fit to the folk you address. As the sage said, you cannot bring the people to the words, you must bring the words to the people. This reminds me of a story: St Peter Drowning CC J. Jaritz Kassim the taxman fell into the fountain and was about to drawn. A flock of people presented helpful hands and shouted

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When nothing else works, get offended. Indignation, if you keep calm, can be useful in lack of other arguments. You look stiff but dignified. You may get away with it. This reminds me of a story: Reposing peacefully under his porch, Nasreddin sipped warm sweet tea, with delight. Hassan, the neighbour, chose this moment to come and ask for a small favour. “Please Hoça, lend me your donkey.

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“We learn from history that people learn nothing from history” finds one philosopher. “Those who don’t learn from history are doomed to live it again” adds another. The change of kings is the joy of fools... This reminds me of a story: Leech attack CC C. Fisher The Mullah was sitting by the watercourse under the old weeping willow, meditating to the difficulty of bathing more than once in the

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You gain great freedom in the mind when you multiply your points of view. Most people are slaves of only one - and proud of it. This reminds me of a story:Hoca was sitting by the river, enjoying a pot of halwa, when a horde of mounted archers thundered onto the other bank in a cloud of dust.It was led by one of Timur's captains, who shouted:"Ho! Stranger! How do I get to the other side?"To this

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If you have a gift of doing things with words, learn to keep your mouth shut. When you feel witty remember that a good joke never won over an enemy but often lost a friend. The right word can save a life but a bright one can put it on the line. Treasure the wise word and use it sparingly, at the time of need. This reminds me of a story: Nasreddin was at one time a hermit high on the mountain

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They cannot cheat everybody, all of the time. They can only deceive some of the people, some of the time. And that is sufficient for staying in business. This reminds me of a story:The Hodja had seven monkeys. One morning he told them:"I will give each of you three figs in the morning and four in the evening. That will feed you for the day and there is no more."The angry monkeys started to scream

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Agreed, those who have should give to those who don’t. But who has right to take what, from whom, is a conversation that overthrew empires. Tread with care! This reminds me of a story: It so happens that one autumn Nasreddin was appointed qadi of Aksehir. With the eagerness of the new broom, the fresh judge was impatient to clean the town of all the wrongs. Khadija, his wife came from the

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