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He sat on a coil of rope, utterly calm, and hummed to himself.
A friend rushed to him, crying: "Mulla, Mulla, how can you sit there so calmly? The ship is sinking. It is being completely destroyed!"
"So?" said Nasrudin. "The ship is not my property."
109.
Mulla Nasrudin was seriously ill in a foreign country. He said to his friend: "Listen, Fareed, just in case you return and I don't, here's a letter to give Sultana when you get back to the old neighbourhood. Tell her my last thought was of her and her name was the last word I spoke. And here's a letter for Fatima. Tell her the same thing."
110.
The genius of Mulla Nasrudin had carried him to big success in business without much aid of education.
He was asked to distribute the prizes at a school, and made the usual speech of good counsel.
"Now boys," he said, "Always remember that education is a great thing. There's nothing like education. Take arithmetic. Through education we learn that twice two make four, that twice six make twelve, that seven sevens make -- and then there is geography."
111.
"I saw a feller trying to kiss your lass in the park last night, Mulla."
"Did he succeed?" asked Mulla Nasrudin.
"No."
"Then she was not my lass," said Nasrudin.
112.
Mulla Nasrudin advised his son on his marriage day: "Son, a successful marriage is often based on what a husband and wife don't know about each other."
113.
The gentleman was on his way home when he passed Mulla Nasrudin's house and saw through the window Mulla Nasrudin hitting his small boy over the head with a loaf of bread.
Next day he passed, and the next, and the next, and each time the Mulla was hitting the boy on the head with a loaf of bread.
Finally one Tuesday when he passed, he saw the Mulla hitting the boy on the head with a cake.
"Hellow," he said putting his head in through the window," run out of bread today?"
"Of course not," replied Mulla Nasrudin, "It's his birthday."
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Mulla Nasrudin: "I can't eat this stuff."
Mrs. Mulla Nasrudin: "Never mind, dear. I have some lovely recipes
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