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knack of getting my own way. I am terribly ambitious, and somehow I always seem to achieve my selfish goals -- women, money, power -- I just brook no opposition, but forge ahead, regardless of others."
Psychiatrist: "And how long have you had this complaint?"
Nasrudin: "who's complaining?"
55.
A psychiatrist was called in to examine Mulla Nasrudin who was suing his employers for compensation after an industrial injury.
"Now, Mulla, perhaps you could show me just how high you can raise your arms..." The Mulla complied painfully raising his arms only to shoulder level.
"And how high could you raise them before? Can you show me?"
asked the psychiatrist blandly.
"Come off it, Doctor -- you don't catch me that way," sneered Nasrudin. "I could only raise them this high before the accident as well!"
56.
The landlord sent a stiff letter to his tenant, Mulla Nasrudin: "My rent is considerably overdue and I must ask you to send on some money."
Mulla Nasrudin's reply was swift: "I don't see why I should pay your rent -- I can't pay my own."
57.
Mulla Nasrudin bumped into Issacs who was looking terribly dejected.
"What's the matter?" asked the Mulla.
"I am bankrupt," said a quiet Issacs; "my business failed."
"Oh, well," said Nasrudin, "what about the property in your wife's name?"
"There is no property in my wife's name."
"Well, then, what about the property in your children's names?"
"There is no property in my children's names."
Mulla Nasrudin put his hand on Issacs' shoulder: "Issacs, you are very mistaken, you are not bankrupt -- you are ruined."
58.
Saleem was in a quandry. What to do? -- marry the wealthy widow that he didn't love, or the poor lassie that he loved overmuch?
"Listen to your heart, man," urged his best friend, Mulla Nasrudin. "Marry the one you love."
"Aye, you are right as usual, Mulla," he nodded, "money is not everything."
"In that case, Saleem, would you mind giving me the widow's address?" asked Nasrudin.
59.
Mulla Nasrudin called on a doctor to ask his advice.
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