This is where the Muslims come to laugh come and laugh with us, or even come to laugh at us. Everyday I shall try to bring you a little laughter and wisdom.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Rent
A big, burly man visited the Nasruddin's home and asked to see Mullah Nasruddin, as nasruddin was well known for his charitable impulses."Mullah," he said in a broken voice, "I wish to draw your attention to the terrible plight of a poor family in this district. The father is dead, the mother is too ill to work, and the nine children are starving. They are about to be turned into the cold, empty streets unless someone pays their rent, which amounts to $400.""How terrible!" exclaimed Mullah Nasruddin. "May I ask who you are?"The sympathetic visitor applied his handkerchief to his eyes. "I'm the landlord," he sobbed.
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