Getting Inside the problem

There was once a small boy who banged a drum all day and loved every moment of it. He would not be quiet, no matter what anyone else said or did. Various people who called themselves Scholars, and other well-wishers, were called in by neighbors and asked to do something about the child.The first so-called Scholar told the boy that he would, if he continued to make so much noise, perforate his eardrums; this reasoning was too advanced for the child, who was neither a scientist nor a scholar. The second told him that drum beating was a sacred activity and should be carried out only on special occasions. The third offered the neighbors plugs for their ears; the fourth gave the boy a book; the fifth gave the neighbors books that described a method of controlling anger through biofeedback; the sixth gave the boy meditation exercises to make him placid and explained that all reality was imagination. Like all placebos, each of these remedies worked for a short while, but none worked for very long.Eventually, Nasruddin came along. He looked at the situation, handed the boy a hammer and chisel, and said, "I wonder what is INSIDE the drum?"

Overheard

I think this is only funny if you grew up in The united states but i overheard this commnet at wedding recently
" I don't agree with al-queda, but now all those guys who beat me up in High School are afraid of me."

Protection

There was a Imam whose wife was expecting a baby. The Imam went to the congregation and asked for a raise. After much consideration and discussion, they passed a rule that when the Imam's family expanded, so would his pay check.After five or six children, this started to get expensive. The congregation decided to hold a meeting again to discuss the Imam's pay situation. You can imagine there was much yelling and bickering. Finally, the Imam got up and spoke to the crowd, "Having children is an act of Allah!"In the back of the room, a little old man with a full beard stood up, and in his frail voice said... "Snow and Rain are also 'acts of Allah', but when we get too much, we wear Protection!"

Taxi Drivers go to Paradise

Mullah Nasruddien dies due to old age. Upon entering heaven’s gate, there is another man in front, waiting to go into heaven. The Angel asks the man, "What is your name what did you accomplish during your life?". The man responds "My name is Abdulrahman Muhammed, and I was a Taxi driver in Lahore Pakistan for 14 years" "Very well," says The Angel, "Here is your silk robe and golden scepter, now you may walk in the streets of Paradise." The Angel looks at the Mullah, and asks "What is your name and what did you accomplish?" He responds, "I'm Mullah Nasruddien , and have devoted the last 62 years to Allah". "Very well," says The Angel, "Here is your cotton robe and wooden staff, you may enter." "Wait a minute," says Mullah Nasruddien, "You gave the taxi driver a silk robe and golden scepter, why did I only get a cotton robe and wooden staff?". "Well," The Angel replied, "We work on a performance scale, you see while you preached, everyone slept, when he drove taxis, everyone prayed!"

getting the Syrian Govt. To do something

Abdullah was in jail in Damascus and he receives a letter from his wife which read: "Dear Husband, I have decided to plant some lettuce in the back garden. When is the best time to plant them?" Abdullah, knowing that the prison guards read all mail, replied in a letter: "Dear Wife, whatever you do, do not touch the back garden. That is where I hid all my papers." A week or so later, he received another letter from his wife: "Dear Husband, You wouldn't believe what happened, some men came with shovels to the house, and dug up all the back garden." Abdullah wrote another letter back: "Dear wife, now is the best time to plant the lettuce."

action

Trotting along on his donkey, Mulla Nasrudin was trying to eat some mulberry-flour. But each time he tried to empty some out of the bag into his mouth, the wind blew it away.
A passing farmer called out:
'What are you doing, Mulla?'
'At this rate,' said Nasrudin, 'I am not doing anything at all.'

The courts clean up

A dog had fouled the road between two houses. Each neighbour claimed that the other should clear it up.
Nasrudin was in court when the matter came before the summary judge.
This judge resented Nasrudin's claiming to be an adjudicator in common law. The case was difficult, so he decided to take Nasrudin down a peg or two.
'I will abide by your decision, Mulla Nasrudin,' he said, 'since this is a difficult case. You have the final word.'
'My decision', the Mulla immediately answered, 'is that since it is for the judiciary to clear up matters in dispute -- you should clean it up.'