Lost Key

The Lost Key


A man is walking home late one night when he sees an anxious Mulla Nasrudin down on all fours, crawling on his hands and knees on the road, searching frantically under a street light for something on the ground.

“Mulla, what have you lost ?” the passer-by asks.

“I am searching for the key to my house,” Nasrudin says worriedly.

“I’ll help you look,” the man says and joins Mulla Nasrudin in the search.

Soon both men are down on their knees under the streetlight, looking for the lost key.

After some time, the man asks Nasrudin, “Tell me Mulla, do you remember where exactly did you drop the key ?”

Nasrudin waves his arm back toward the darkness and says, “Over there, in my house. I lost the key inside my house…”

Shocked and exasperated, the passer-by jumps up and shouts at Mulla Nasrudin, “Then why are you searching for the key out here in the street ?”

“Because there is more light here than inside my house,” Mulla Nasrudin answers nonchalantly.



Relatives of Donkey!!!

The Relatives of Donkey


Let us enjoy reading this Mulla Nasruddin Hodja’s Story of The Relatives of Donkey.
Hodja was on his way to the market with a basketful of vegetables which he had loaded on his donkey.

Halfway the donkey suddenly stopped. Hodja tried to coax it to move forward again but the animal would not budge. In anger and desperation Hodja began to belabor it with a stick.
People began to gather around them.
“Why are you beating the poor creature?” asked one man.
“Stop beating it at once!” ordered a second man.
“What a cruel man you are!” said a third.
Hodja gave his donkey an admiring look.
“If I had known you had so many relatives to defend you, I would never have hit you,” he said.
“I can see you come from a large and loud-mouthed family.”
The men who had commented strode away indignantly and the crowd dispersed leaving Hodja to deal with his donkey as he thought fit.

Mulla Stories!!!

Mulla Stories



Hi Friends,


In this summer vacation let us enjoy some intelligent as well as humorous stories directly imported from Afghanistan.


I dedicate this month for Mulla Nasruddin stories famously known as Mulla Stories.


Mulla Stories indicate the intelligence of Mulla Nasruddin, the name that every Afghan remembers hearing about in childhood.


His identity is being claimed by three countries. Afghanistan, Iran and Turkey.


The Nasruddin stories, known throughout the Middle East, constitute one of the strangest achievements in the history of metaphysics.


Superficially, most of the Nasruddin stories may be used as jokes.


They are told and retold endlessly in the teahouses and caravanserais, in the homes and on the radio waves, of Asia.


There is the joke, the moral – and the little extra which brings the consciousness of the potential mystic a little further on the way to realization.


Let us enjoy some of the interesting stories of Mulla.