Abraham and the Sheep

For the #RamadanReadathon at Twitter, I want to highlight some story collections that people might enjoy reading, featuring free full-text books online; here are all the books I've featured so far, including a 100-word story for each one too.

So, today's book is Tales Told in Palestine by J. E. Hanauer. See details below, and here is a story from that collection:



Abraham and the Sheep
Abraham was on the run from Nimrod. He asked a flock of goats to hide him, but they refused. Then Abraham saw a flock of sheep.
"Will you hide me?" he shouted.
"Yes!" said the sheep.
Abraham lay down on the ground and the sheep crowded all around. When Nimrod's soldiers arrived, they did not see him and so they continued on.
"Blessings upon you, sheep!" said Abraham, and Allah blessed the sheep with fat tails that hide their privates. Meanwhile, Allah cursed the goats so that they have short tails that stand up all the time exposing their shame.




You can find a longer version of that story, and many other stories besides, in the online book, which is available at the Internet Archive, Hathi Trust, and Google Books.





The Brave Mother-Parrot

For the #RamadanReadathon at Twitter, I want to highlight some story collections that people might enjoy reading, featuring free full-text books online; here are all the books I've featured so far, including a 100-word story for each one too.

So, today's book is The Tooti Nameh or Tales of a Parrot, by Ziya'al-Din Nakhshabi; the name of the translator is not given. See details below, and here is a story from that collection:



The Brave Mother-Parrot
A hunter cast his net over a parrot's nest.
"Play dead," said the parrot-mother. The chicks obeyed, and when the hunter cast them aside, they all flew away.
Enraged, he was going to kill the mother-bird when she said, "Don't kill me! I'm a skilled physician."
Impressed, the hunter took the parrot to the country's ailing king who paid him a fortune.
The parrot prescribed medicine for the king, and his health improved.
"Let me out of the cage and I'll finish the cure," said the parrot, and when the king opened the cage, she flew back to her chicks.



You can find a longer version of that story, and many other stories besides, in the online book, which is available at the Internet Archive, Hathi Books, and Google Books.





What Nasruddin's Wife Dreamed

Nasruddin's wife was tossing and turning in the bed, moaning and shrieking, so Nasruddin shook her awake. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I dreamed I climbed the minaret," she told him. "And then I fell and hit the ground. They put me in a coffin and buried me in the cemetery. Then I saw something glowing in the dark. It was a heap of gold coins. I was about to grab some gold coins when you woke me."
"Oh no, what have I done?" said Nasruddin. "Go back to sleep right away! Maybe you'll still be able to grab some coins."


Inspired byMulla's Donkey and Other Friends by Mehdi Nakosteen
Notes: This story is on p. 36 of the book. I changed this from the version in the book. In the book, Nasruddin wakes her just as they were about to take her to the cemetery for her funeral, and he regrets waking her at that crucial moment.


Dinner Preparations

It was mid-afternoon, and Nasruddin was yelling at his wife even more loudly than usual, which aroused his neighbors' curiosity.
When Nasruddin came outside later, one of the neighbors asked what was wrong.
"I was yelling at my wife for ruining dinner by burning the beautiful eggplants I bought at the market," he explained.
"Do you mean last night's dinner?" asked the neighbor.
"No," replied Nasruddin, "I mean tonight's dinner. I decided to yell at her now to make sure she won't burn the eggplants later tonight. Yelling at her after the eggplants are already burned won't do any good."


Inspired byMulla's Donkey and Other Friends by Mehdi Nakosteen
Notes: This story is on p. 42 of the book. Nakosteen tells the story about Nasruddin and his daughter, where he punishes the girl for breaking a pitcher before she breaks it. I changed it to be about Nasruddin and his wife.


Thieves in an Empty House

Nasruddin was deeply in debt and had been forced to sell almost everything he owned. He had even sold his turban!
One night, Nasruddin's wife shook him awake. "I hear thieves in the house," she whispered.
"Oh, that's good!" Nasruddin whispered back. "That's very good!"
"What do you mean that's good?" Nasruddin's wife replied. "I said there are thieves in the house!"
"I heard you the first time," Nasruddin replied. "I don't think there's anything of value left in this house, but maybe they will find something worth stealing, and then we can attack them and take it for ourselves!"


Inspired byMulla's Donkey and Other Friends by Mehdi Nakosteen
Notes: This story is on p. 41 of the book.


Nasruddin and the Door

When Nasruddin was a little boy, his mother would leave him at home alone while she went to do the washing at the pond. "You watch this door," his mother would say. "Don't take your eyes off the door while I'm gone."
One day someone came with an urgent message. "You need to go tell your mother right away, Nasruddin!"
Imagine her surprise when she saw him coming towards the pond, dragging the door behind him.
"I took the door off its hinges so I could keep my eyes on the door while bringing you this message," he said proudly.


Inspired byMulla's Donkey and Other Friends by Mehdi Nakosteen
Notes: This story is on p. 39 of the book.


King Solomon's Ring

For the #RamadanReadathon at Twitter, I want to highlight some story collections that people might enjoy reading, featuring free full-text books online; here are all the books I've featured so far, including a 100-word story for each one too.

So, today's book is Ottoman Wonder Tales by Lucy M. Garnett. See details below, and here is a story from that collection:



King Solomon's Ring
The Djinn Ashmedai tempted King Solomon. "Give me your ring, and I'll make you ruler of the world." Solomon gave him the ring.
"Fool!" shouted Ashmedai; he then hurled Solomon onto a distant mountain, and hurled the ring into a distant sea. Next, Ashmedai transformed into Solomon's double and ruled in his stead.
Solomon wandered in poverty; no one believed he was king. He finally reached the sea. A fisherman pitied the beggar and gave him a fish. Inside the fish was the ring!
Solomon returned to Jerusalem and with the ring's power exposed Ashmedai and reclaimed his throne.



You can find a longer version of that story, and many other stories besides, in the online book, which is available at Internet Archive and Hathi Trust.






The Widow's Prayer and the Cow

For the #RamadanReadathon at Twitter, I want to highlight some story collections that people might enjoy reading, featuring free full-text books online; here are all the books I've featured so far, including a 100-word story for each one too.

So, today's book is Eastern Legends and Stories in English Verse by Norton Powlett. See details below, and here is a story from that collection:



The Widow's Prayer and the Cow

An elderly widow saw that her daughter's health was failing, so she prayed to God to take her life instead.
Meanwhile, as she was praying, a cow wandered into the kitchen and stuck her nose into a pot full of broth. The pot stuck to the cow's nose, which terrified the cow. Tossing her head this way and that, the cow ran wildly through the house.
When the old woman saw this monstrosity, she feared it was the Angel of Death in answer to her prayer. "Not me! Not me!" she screamed. "You want my daughter; that's her bedroom there!"



You can find a longer version of that story, and many other stories besides, in the online book, which is available at Internet Archive, Hathi Trust, and Google Books.





New Husband for an Old Woman

For the #RamadanReadathon at Twitter, I want to highlight some story collections that people might enjoy reading, featuring free full-text books online; here are all the books I've featured so far, including a 100-word story for each one too.

So, today's book is Speak Bird, Speak Again: Palestinian Arab Folktales by Ibrahim Muhawi and Sharif Kanaana. See details below, and here is a story from that collection:



New Husband for an Old Woman

An old widow was always cursing her son.
One day a salesman came by and said, "Your mother needs a husband."
"Yes, my son!" said his mother. "Get me a husband and you'll have Allah's blessing."
The salesman carried her away to a hyena's lair. "Your husband's coming soon," he said.
The hyena arrived but the old woman said, "Not so fast; wedding first!"
The hyena realized she must be blind. Every time he approached her, she said, "Not so fast; wedding first!"
Finally, the hyena ate her.
The son had been watching, and after that, he went back home.



You can find a longer version of that story, and many other stories besides, in the online book, which is available at the University of California Press E-Books Collection.





King Solomon and the Pigeon

For the #RamadanReadathon at Twitter, I want to highlight some story collections that people might enjoy reading, featuring free full-text books online; here are all the books I've featured so far, including a 100-word story for each one too.

So, today's book is Folklore of the Holy Land: Moslem, Christian and Jewish by J. E. Hanauer. See details below, and here is a story from that collection:



King Solomon and the Pigeon

King Solomon heard two pigeons outside his window.
"King Solomon is nothing! said the pigeon-husband. "I could flap my wings and knock down his palace!"
"Come here!" Solomon shouted. "What did you say?"
"Forgive me, King!" said the pigeon. "I was just boasting to impress my wife."
"Well, I forgive you," said the king laughing.
The bird flew back out, and his wife asked, "What did the king want?"
"He begged me not to knock down his palace!" boasted the pigeon.
Enraged, King Solomon turned both birds into stone, a warning that husbands should not be boastful to their wives.



You can find a longer version of that story, and many other stories besides, in the online book, which is available at Internet Archive, Sacred Texts, Hathi Books, and Google Books.




Nasruddin's Contrary Mother-in-Law

A man came running to find Nasruddin in the teahouse.
"Come quickly, Nasruddin!" he shouted. "Your mother-in-law fell into the river and the current washed her away. I'm afraid she's drowned!"
Nasruddin ran with the man to the river. Not seeing his mother-in-law's body anywhere, he began heading upstream to look for her.
"What are you doing, Nasruddin?" the man shouted. "You should be looking for her downstream where the water would have carried her away."
"Not my mother-in-law," said Nasruddin. "She is the most contrary woman I've ever met. I'm guessing I'll find her upstream, not down."


Inspired byMulla's Donkey and Other Friends by Mehdi Nakosteen
Notes: This story is on p. 34 of the book. This went on to become an extremely popular story in medieval Europe also, and then enters the Aesopic tradition, eventually appearing in La Fontaine, for example: The Woman Drowned. Here is an illustration from a 16th-century Aesop:




Half of Nothing

Nasruddin feared the end might be near, so he went to see a lawyer.
"I need to draw up a will," Nasruddin told him.
"I can do that," the lawyer replied. "First, you need to tell me about the property and other goods to include in the will."
"I have nothing," Nasruddin said.
"Then what do you need a will for?" asked the lawyer.
"I want to leave half of what I don't have to my relatives," Nasruddin explained, "and I want to give the other half to charity. I don't want my wife and her relatives to get anything!"


Inspired byMulla's Donkey and Other Friends by Mehdi Nakosteen
Notes: This story is on p. 31 of the book. The version in this book just has half to his relatives and half to the poor; I added the part about his wife and her relatives.


Nasruddin's Canteen

While on a long journey, Nasruddin decided to take a nap. He tied his donkey to a tree and took a drink from the canteen hanging from his donkey's saddle. He then lay down and was soon fast asleep.
While Nasruddin slept, a passer-by stole his canteen.
When he finally awoke, he went to take a drink, but the canteen was gone. "You wretched donkey! What did you do with my canteen?" he shouted.
Nasruddin then took the donkey's saddle and put it on his own back. "I'm not giving you back your saddle until you give me my canteen!"


Inspired byMulla's Donkey and Other Friends by Mehdi Nakosteen
Notes: This story is on p. 18 of the book. Nakosteen tells the story about Nasruddin's cloak, but I changed it to a canteen of water.


The Disciple who Wept

Once when Nasruddin was lecturing, he noticed that one of the disciples was weeping loudly.
"What's wrong?" Nasruddin asked him. "Why are you weeping? What did I say that has caused you such grief?"
"It's not what you said," replied the disciple. "It's how you say it. I had the most wonderful donkey, but he was killed by a wolf. When I hear your voice, it makes me remember the way my donkey brayed as the wolf tore him limb from limb. You sound just like my poor little donkey did, and the memory brings tears to my eyes."


Inspired byMulla's Donkey and Other Friends by Mehdi Nakosteen
Notes: This story is on p. 17 of the book. Compare the story of Nasruddin and the imam: Nasruddin's Tears of Sorrow. There is a similar story in Jacques de Vitry 56 about a priest whose words make a woman in the congregation begin to weep.

A Donkey's Tuition

"Nasruddin," said Tamerlane, "Can you teach this donkey to read and to write?"
"I can," replied Nasruddin, "but it will take about 25 years, and you'll need to pay a ton of wheat each year for tuition."
To Nasruddin's surprise, Tamerlane agreed.
"Have you lost your mind?" asked Nasruddin's friend. "You'll never teach that donkey to read and write!"
"That's true," said Nasruddin. "But in 25 years, the donkey will be dead, or I'll be dead, or the emperor will be dead. And in the meantime, I'll enjoy the use of a donkey plus a ton of wheat every year."


Inspired byMulla's Donkey and Other Friends by Mehdi Nakosteen
Notes: This story is on p. 11 of the book. Nakosteen does not tell this story about Tamerlane; he uses just a generic "someone" instead with Nasruddin's wife as the questioner, but I switched it to Nasruddin in Tamerlane's court.

This story became popular in Europe, as in this fable by Abstemius: Asinus et Grammaticus. This is an illustration from Sebastian Brant's Aesop.


King Solomon and the Sparrow

For the #RamadanReadathon at Twitter, I want to highlight some story collections that people might enjoy reading, featuring free full-text books online; here are all the books I've featured so far, including a 100-word story for each one too.

So, today's book is The History of the Forty Vezirs translated from the Turkish by E. J. W. Gibb. See details below, and here is a story from that collection:



King Solomon and the Sparrow

"Where is my charming little Sparrow?" asked King Solomon. "Simurgh, go to Sparrow's house and bring him here."
Meanwhile, Sparrow was boasting to his wife. "I come and I go as I please," he chirped. "No one is the boss of me!"
At that moment Simurgh arrived. "King Solomon summons you to court, Sparrow!"
But the little bird just scoffed. "Begone, Simurgh, or I will kick you! I'll kick Solomon's palace and it will fall to the ground!"
Simurgh flew back to Solomon and reported Sparrow's words.
Solomon smiled. "Even little Sparrow likes to impress his wife with mighty words."



You can find a longer version of that story, and many other stories besides, in the online book, which is available at Internet Archive, Hathi Trust, and Google Books. Plus you can find out more about the mythical bird named Simurgh at Wikipedia. Here is a 16th-century illustration for the Shahnama showing the Simurgh




Nasruddin and the Campfire

Nasruddin and his master, a merchant, were making a long journey. One night they made camp by the roadside.
"Make a fire!" the merchant told Nasruddin.
Nasruddin made the fire, and they went to sleep.
Later, the merchant woke Nasruddin. "Put out the fire! Bandits might see it and rob us."
Nasruddin put out the fire.
Later, he woke Nasruddin again. "Light the fire! I'm cold."
Nasruddin rekindled the fire.
Later, when the merchant woke Nasruddin again, Nasruddin said, "Master, your humble servant can't get anything right. Surely it would be much better if you attend to the fire yourself."


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #91 in the book.


The Story of the Wolf-Bride

For the #RamadanReadathon at Twitter, I want to highlight some story collections that people might enjoy reading, featuring free full-text books online; here are all the books I've featured so far, including a 100-word story for each one too.

So, today's book is Persian Tales translated by D.L.R. Lorimer and E.O. Lorimer. See details below, and here is a story from that collection:



The Story of the Wolf-Bride

"A wolf will tear this baby to pieces," said the fortune-teller, so the boy's parents kept him hidden in an underground chamber.
When the time came for him to marry, his parents found him a bride. They celebrated the wedding, and then they led the bride underground.
After they closed the door, the bride became a wolf and devoured the boy.
She then turned back into a woman, and the parents found her there in the morning.
"I became a wolf," she said. "I don't know why."
The mother wept, and the father said, "What fate wills, we cannot escape."



You can find a longer version of that story, and many other stories besides, in the online book, which is available at Internet Archive, Hathi Books, and Google Books.






Hormuzan's Conversion

For the #RamadanReadathon at Twitter, I want to highlight some story collections that people might enjoy reading, featuring free full-text books online; here are all the books I've featured so far, including a 100-word story for each one too.

So, today's book is Historical Tales and Anecdotes of the Time of the Early Khalifahs by Muhammad Diyaab Itlidi, translated by Alice Frere (Mrs. Godfrey Clerk). See details below, and here is a story from that collection:



Hormuzan's Conversion

The Arabs captured the Parthian nobleman Hormuzan.
"Convert to Islam!" commanded Caliph Umar, threatening him with a sword.
When Hormuzan refused, Umar said, "Kill him!"
"Let me have a drink of water first," said Hormuzan. "Let me live till I drink."
Umar agreed and gave Hormuzan a goblet of water, which Hormuzan cast aside.
Bound by his promise, Umar didn't know what to do, so he lowered his sword.
Hormuzan then said, "There is no God but Allah, and Mohammed is his prophet." He then added, "I didn't want anyone to say I professed Islam in fear of the sword."



You can find a longer version of that story, and many other stories besides, in the online book, which is available at Hathi Trust and Google Books.






The Men and the Oxen

For the #RamadanReadathon at Twitter, I want to highlight some story collections that people might enjoy reading, featuring free full-text books online; here are all the books I've featured so far, including a 100-word story for each one too.

So, today's book is The Folklore of Palestine by Barbara M. Bowen. See details below, and here is a story from that collection:



The Men and the Oxen

Mohammed walked by a field where men were plowing in winter. "Peace to you," he said. The men did not answer, but the oxen answered, "And peace to you." Mohammed blessed the oxen. "May Allah make your nights long!" That is why in winter, nights are long, and the oxen can sleep.
In summer, Mohammed passed the same field where men were planting. "Peace to you," he said. No one answered. Mohammed cursed the men. "May Allah make your days long!" That is why in summer, days are long, and the men must work hard with little time to sleep.



You can find a longer version of that story, and many other stories besides, in the online book, which is available at Hathi Trust.






The Language of Birds

For the #RamadanReadathon at Twitter, I want to highlight some story collections, like the Nasruddin books I wrote about last time, that people might enjoy reading, featuring free full-text books online. I'll also choose out one story to tell as a 100-word story too.

So, today's book is Told in the Coffee House: Turkish Tales by Cyrus Adler and Allan Ramsay, which is also available as an audiobook. See details below, and here is a story from that collection:



The Language of Birds

A young man begged a wise man to teach him the language of birds.
Thus he learned his horse would die, so he sold the horse.
Then he learned his house would catch fire, so he sold the house.
Then he learned that he was going to die.
The young man ran to the wise man for help. "What shall I do?" he begged.
"You shouldn't have listened to the birds," the wise man replied. "If you endured the loss of your horse, your house wouldn't have burned, and you wouldn't be about to die. It's better not to know."



You can find a longer version of that story, and many other stories besides, in the online book, which is available at Project Gutenberg, Internet Archive, Hathi Trust, and Google Books. You can get a free Kindle ebook from Amazon, and there's a free audiobook from LibriVox.











A Bridle for Nasruddin's Donkey

Nasruddin was so fond of his donkey that he bought her a beautiful bridle, made of the best leather and adorned with sequins.
After putting the bridle on his donkey, Nasruddin rode to the bakery. He tied the donkey to a tree and went inside, but when he came back out, the bridle was gone!
He looked all around and saw a horse tethered to another tree, wearing his donkey's beautiful bridle.
"I see you stole my donkey's bridle, you wicked horse!" Nasruddin shouted. "But the fact remains: the bridle looked much better on her than it does on you!"


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #107 in the book.


Nasruddin and the Baker Go Fishing

Nasruddin and the baker went fishing. Nasruddin caught a nice big fish, but the baker caught nothing.
Finally the baker stole the fish from Nasruddin's basket and pocketed it. "I give up!" he said. "I'm off to the teahouse."
When Nasruddin later noticed his basket was empty, he rushed to the teahouse to confront the baker.
"I caught the biggest fish ever!" Nasruddin shouted. "It weighed five pounds!" No one reacted. "Ten pounds!" Still nothing. "The fish weighed twenty pounds!"
The baker couldn't take it anymore. "You liar!" he shouted, throwing the fish on the table. "Two pounds at most."


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #109 in the book.


Nasruddin in Winter

It was a winter day, bitter cold, and snow was falling. Walking down the street, Nasruddin ran into the local judge, who was dressed in a fine fur coat.
"Greetings, Nasruddin," said the judge. "I can't help but notice that you're wearing that shabby, threadbare coat, but you don't seem to feel the cold at all. While here I am, dressed in my fur coat with my hat and my gloves, and I'm still freezing! How is it that you are not cold?"
"When a man is wearing all his clothes," replied Nasruddin, "he can't afford to be cold."


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #61 in the book. I've also assigned in the number T0464. The story also appears in the later Aesopic tradition: Camerarius 444.


Banquet in a Pocket

Nasruddin was attending a banquet, and the food was delicious. As Nasruddin enjoyed the meal, he noticed the man next to him putting food from the table into his pockets, apparently hoping no one would notice.
"Excuse me," said Nasruddin. "But why you are putting food in your pockets?"
"It is for my wife," the man said apologetically. "She was unable to attend the banquet with me."
Nasruddin then picket up a teapot and poured tea into the man's pocket.
The man screamed, but Nasruddin kept pouring. "Your wife will surely want some tea to go with her dinner."


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #93 in the book.


Nasruddin Keeps His Clothes

Nasruddin had finally gotten married. After a while, though, his wife confronted her new husband about his smelly clothes.
"Husband," she said, "you never change your clothes, and they smell very bad. I need to wash your clothes! Please take off your clothes and give them to me."
"I'm afraid I can't," said Nasruddin.
"But you must!" replied his wife.
"Well," he said, "I once dreamed I went swimming. I took off my clothes, and while I was swimming someone stole them. The dream taught me to be cautious: no thief is ever going to steal my clothes!"


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #___ in the book.


Biting Your Own Nose

Nasruddin's two young sons were arguing in the garden. Nasruddin ignored the shouts and yells as best he could, but then one of his sons began to wail loudly, so he went to investigate.
He found the younger of the two crying loudly, with blood trickling down his face. "He bit my nose!" the boy said, pointing at his older brother.
"Not true!" said the older boy. "He bit his own nose."
This claim surprised Nasruddin. He tried several times to bite his own nose without success.
"Sorry, son," he said, "but I think your brother's story is more likely."


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #44 in the book. Shah's version here doesn't have the part about Nasruddin testing this out for himself, but that is an element you'll find in other versions of this story.


Ramadan Readathon 2020: Mulla Nasruddin

I'll be focusing on Islamic parables and tales for the Ramadan Readathon coming up this year on April 23 - May 23. You can follow along at Twitter with the hashtag: #RamadanReadathon.


I'm already using the label Islam for stories at this blog, and the stories fall into two basic categories: the stories of Nasruddin (a personal obsession of mine) and stories from Sufi teachers (another long-standing interest). I hope to add many more stories to both of those categories for the Ramadan Readathon.

I also want to write up some blog posts with information about free full-text books online that I'm using, and I'll start with the treasure-trove of Nasruddin stories available online: thanks to the Idries Shah Foundation, all of Idries Shah's Nasruddin books are available as free full-text books online, along with many other books by Shah besides.

Here are Shah's Nasruddin books: The Subtleties of the Inimitable Mulla Nasrudin, The Exploits of the Incomparable Mulla Nasrudin, The Pleasantries of the Incredible Mulla Nasrudin, plus The World of Nasrudin.


If you prefer audio, check out the Idries Shah Foundation at YouTube where they have podcasts and audio versions of many books as well.


So, if you are interested in participating in the Ramadan Readathon, I can highly recommend these books along with other books that you will find by Shah at that website: Sufi Studies and Middle Eastern Literature.


... plus many more.





Nasruddin and the Doctor

Nasruddin was sick in bed, running a high fever. His good friend the doctor came to visit, and he had bad news for Nasruddin. "I'm afraid you will not recover from this illness," he said.
But Nasruddin did recover.
Time went by, and the doctor realized that Nasruddin was avoiding him. Their paths finally crossed in the market one day.
"Have I offended you in some way?" asked the doctor.
"Not at all," replied Nasruddin. "I was just embarrassed, to tell the truth. You said I would die, but my body did not listen to you, as you can see."


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #94 in the book.


The Donkey with God's Favor

Nasruddin was grief-stricken when his donkey died and vowed to bury her in the cemetery. In the dark of night, he stole into the cemetery and dug her a grave.
News got around of what Nasruddin had done, and he was taken to court.
"Judge," said Nasruddin, "this was God's will. Before she died, God gave my donkey the gift of speech; surely she had God's favor."
"And what did she say?" asked the judge.
"She told me to arrange her burial, and to give the judge twenty gold coins in case of legal trouble."
"Case dismissed!" said the judge.


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #87 in the book.


Nasruddin's Crowded Kitchen

"My mother was such a good cook," said Nasruddin wistfully.
"But my mother was an even better cook than your mother!"
This made Nasruddin angry. He got so angry, in fact, that he grabbed his wife and pushed her out of the house into the garden. Her shouts attracted the neighbor's attention.
"Don't mind her!" shouted Nasruddin. "You know how it can be. There's not enough room in our house: me, my wife, my mother, her mother, all their pots and pans. It was so crowded my wife fell out the door into the garden, as you can see."


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #69 in the book. I've also heard this story told about Nasruddin as a widower married to a widow where he complains about there being four people in the bed.


Nasruddin at the Courthouse

Nasruddin was a witness in a trial, and while he was giving his testimony, thieves broke into his house and stole his furniture: all his chairs and tables and even the door of his house.
When Nasruddin got home and saw what had happened, he turned around and went straight back to the courthouse in his donkey-cart. First he loaded some chairs and tables from the courthouse onto his cart, and he had begun removing the courthouse door when the judge accosted him.
"What do you think you're doing?" the judge shouted.
"I'm balancing the scales of justice!" Nasruddin replied.


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #65 in the book. I added the part about the "scales of justice" since that seemed like a fun metaphor to use.


Turbans and Heads

Nasruddin had just bought a new turban. As he was tying the turban, a gust of wind blew up and carried the turban away.
"Head," said Nasruddin, "I've really had enough of this already. Just who do you think you are? That's the third turban you've lost this week. And this was the best one of all, made of finest Indian muslin. What on earth am I going to do with you? I don't know if I should go get a new turban, or if I just need to go get a new head instead!"
Nasruddin's head did not reply.


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #52 in the book. I added the part about Nasruddin speculating on getting a new head. :-)


What the Beard Proves

One day Nasruddin was sitting in the mosque listening to the imam deliver a sermon. The imam was going on at great length about just who was a good Muslim and who was not.
"A truly devoted Muslim has a beard!" he shouted. "He does not trim his beard! The good Muslim has a fine, thick beard."
Nasruddin could not restrain himself. "Consider my goat," he said, interrupting the imam. "My goat's beard is so very fine, so thick and bushy. It is much longer than your beard. Does that mean my goat is a better Muslim than you are?"


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #1 in the book. You can read more about beards and Islam here: The relationship between Muslim men and their beards is a tangled one by Amanullah De Sondy.



The Young Widow Next Door

Nasruddin and his wife lived next door to a beautiful young widow. She was, in fact, very young. And very beautiful.
One night, Nasruddin dreamed about that young widow. "You are so beautiful," he said to her in his dream. "I cannot help but want to kiss you. May I kiss you... kiss you... kiss you..."
His muttering awakened his wife. "Nasruddin!" she shouted, not being used to such passionate kisses from her husband. "What on earth are you doing?"
Nasruddin stared at his wife. "I'm not sure, my dear," he answered sleepily. "You probably need to ask our neighbor."


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #32 in the book.


The Porter Who Stumbled

Nasruddin and his wife had gone shopping at the market and then Nasruddin hired a porter to help carry their purchases home. As they were descending along a steep path, the porter stumbled and fell, screaming, to his death.
Nasruddin's wife stood there, speechless with shock, while Nasruddin proclaimed, "Thank you, God, for your mercy!"
"What do you mean, husband?" she asked. "Why would you thank God for a man's death?"
"I am not thanking God that the poor man has died," Nasruddin replied. "I am simply thanking God for the fact that I had not paid the man yet."


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #21 in the book.


Nasruddin and the Wrestler

A championship wrestler from Nasruddin's hometown had won a nationwide wrestling championship, and so he organized a feast in his own honor. Nasruddin was in attendance, along with all the other people of the town.
"I demolished the competition!" the wrestler announced to his guests. "The victory was all mine!"
The guests cheered him loudly, all except Nasruddin.
"Do you doubt my prowess?" the wrestler asked him.
"I'm not sure what to think," Nasruddin replied, "Tell me about your opponents."
"Pipsqueaks! Dimwits! Weaklings! Wimps!" the wrestler shouted.
"What glory can there be then in defeating such unworthy rivals?" asked Nasruddin.


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #17 in the book.


The Best Time to Dine

Nasruddin had spent many years as a poor man, but later in life he achieved a position of great honor in the court of the emperor Tamerlane, who liked to consult Nasruddin on all manner of topics.
"Tell me, Nasruddin," said the emperor, "at what time of day is it best to dine?"
"Well," replied Nasruddin, "that all depends on circumstances. If someone is an emperor, then any time at all is the best time to dine. But if someone is a poor man, then the best time to dine is whenever you can find some food."


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #14 in the book.



The Hungry Houseguest

Nasruddin arrived at his brother's house late one evening. "You must stay the night!" his brother exclaimed.
He prepared a luxurious bed for Nasruddin with soft sheets and thick blankets. Nasruddin, however, was more hungry than he was sleepy, but his brother had not offered him anything to eat. Nasruddin tossed and turned, but he could not sleep.
In desperation, he woke his brother.
"What's wrong?" asked his brother, alarmed.
"It's the pillow!" said Nasruddin. "It's too soft for me. Would it be alright if I took a loaf of bread from the kitchen to use as a pillow instead?"


Inspired byThe World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #8 in the book.

Distributing the Weight

Nasruddin had gone into the forest to chop wood. He then loaded the wood onto his donkey and climbed up on top of the wood. It wasn't very comfortable up there, and Nasruddin swayed precariously as the donkey plodded along.
"Nasruddin!" shouted one of his friends. "What are you doing up there on top of the wood? Why not sit in the saddle?"
"The wood is very heavy, and I wanted to give my donkey a break."
"I don't understand," said Nasruddin's friend, looking puzzled.
"This way my weight is on the wood," explained Nasruddin, "not on the donkey."


Inspired by: This is Nasruddin Tale Type T0135.
Notes: There is a similar story where Nasruddin carries the wood on his own head to relieve the donkey's burden.



Summer Plans Taking Shape

Today is April 12, more or less one month into the surreal reality that is the pandemic of 2020. This weekend I realized that I was feeling more and more anxious and unfocused, scared and sad... and there are yet months of this to go. So, I needed to reorganize and refocus — and I did!

Originally I was going to write a book this summer about Brer Rabbit and African folktale traditions, building on last summer's project when I worked through the Joel Chandler Harris, stripping out the Uncle Remus frametale and eye-dialect from each of the stories (all 183 stories here: Tales of a Trickster).

But what I have to admit to myself is that I am just not going to have the focus to complete a traditional book project this summer. What I can do though... is keep working on these 100-word stories. Camp NaNoWriMo has shown me the way! On April 1, I started doing a "Tiny Tales of Wisdom" project for Camp NaNoWriMo, just writing 7 little 100-word stories each day, and it has gone wonderfully! Even in the midst of all this stress and anxiety, it has been a complete pleasure each evening to sit down and spend an hour or two reading and working on these little stories, getting books off the shelf to work with that I sometimes had not looked at in years. (Buddhist and Sufi parables were a serious interest of mine decades ago, and they are what prompted me to go to graduate school in fact.)

So, I'm working with actual printed books (not ebooks like usual!), and taking written notes (me! writing! by hand! yeah, it's weird), and then using those notes to write my 100-word stories each night here at this blog.


So yesterday I wrote out a plan not just for summer which can also roll forward into the coming year (Plan A for if I get to keep my job at OU, and Plan B for if I get laid off... either way: 100-word story projects to keep going no matter what). And I am really excited about how it can work!

My idea is to create a series of short books with 200 of these 100-word stories in each book, using a super-simple layout that I can redesign and reuse for each book. I can have each story on its own page (which also leaves room for some notes on each page too, plus space for reader notes if people get a hard copy). And yes, I am still addicted to spreadsheets and the sense of control I get from that even in the midst of this unpredictable pandemic. I've sketched out a kind of rolling production that has me working on multiple projects at once instead of trying to focus on one main project as I do each summer; I think that flexibility will really help me manage my days so that I can work on something, go for a walk, work on something else, and so on. So by the time I get to July, I will have six little books at various stages of production. In a sense it's more like having a magazine production schedule; if all goes well, I can produce 10 of these little books over the year, especially with the boost I get from being able to make this my main work over the summer:


Added bonus: by doing multiple little books like this instead of one big book, I can also try out different web publishing platforms, starting with Pressbooks, which I am really excited to learn about! And also Itty-Bitty for publishing tiny stories (which I just learned about from Gerol P. last week!). And so on. There are so many great content development tools out there, and this will allow me to learn more about them without having to commit for a single big book.

And yes, I'll also be working on my Johns Hopkins book about teaching online but, to be honest, that is one of the things I am feeling really stressed about. I have never felt so much despair looking at the world of ed tech as I do right now, and I'm not confident that my ideas and experience with online education can make a difference in the face of the Zoomification of online learning. So, I've got a plan for writing the Hopkins book based on the calendar I originally committed to back in February when I signed the contract (and if I do get laid off, I'll even finish that book early)... and maybe the boost of optimism I get from working on these parables and folktales will help alleviate the distress I'm feeling about the world of education.

Anyway, when I think about working on these micro-story micro-projects for the summer, I feel complete excitement and delight. I love writing these little 100-word stories; it is the kind of creative constraint that brings out the best in me as a writer. And no matter what happens to the ed-tech-takeover of online learning, there will still be a need for OER. More than ever in fact.

Plus, it is letting me reconnect with tales and topics that were a big part of my life long ago. And books are very patient: they have been sitting quietly on the shelves all these years waiting for me to come back. So, now I have. :-)

Today: stories from Bawa Muhaiyaddeen. If you are a fan of Coleman Barks and his Rumi books, you might recognize that name; that's how I first heard of him. Here's the story I did this morning: The Patient Fisherman. And now I'm going to go for a walk and listen to some birds singing. :-)
A man was fishing at a pond; he sat patiently waiting for the fish to bite, and he had caught several fish already.
Another fisherman came. His line got tangled on some lotus roots in the pond. He tugged angrily and as a result he snapped his fishing line, so he went away with nothing.
A third fisherman grew impatient. He cursed the pond and all the fish in it, yelling loudly, and then he broke his fishing rod in two and threw it in the pond. He too went away with nothing.
The first man just kept on fishing.



Nasruddin and the Monkeys

Nasruddin had invested in some performing monkeys, but he was not making enough money to feed them all the food they wanted. The monkeys were always hungry!
"My dear monkeys," said Nasruddin, "I can only afford to give you three figs each in the morning and four each in the evening."
This news made the monkeys furious. They shrieked at Nasruddin and pelted him with filth.
"Okay, okay," Nasruddin said apologetically. "I think I can give you four figs in the morning and three figs in the evening, but that's my final offer."
Thus Nasruddin satisfied the foolish monkeys.


Inspired by: This is Nasruddin Tale Type T0054.
Notes: Compare the story about the performing monkeys and the nuts in Aesop (Perry 463), but with a different plot; in that story, someone throws nuts onto the stage and it distracts the monkeys from their dancing: The Dancing Monkeys.



Nasruddin Won't Be Fooled Twice

A friend asked Nasruddin to loan him money. Reluctantly, Nasruddin agreed, certain his friend would never pay him back.
Then, much to Nasruddin's surprise, his friend paid back the money. He even paid the full amount ahead of schedule!
A few months later, the same friend asked Nasruddin for another loan, but Nasruddin refused.
"Why not?" his friend exclaimed. "I paid you back last time."
"I know!" said Nasruddin. "And I was certain you would not pay me back, so you really fooled me. But I've learned my lesson, and you're not going to fool me a second time!"


Inspired by: This is Nasruddin Tale Type T0086.
Notes: The saying I used here is from the English proverb tradition; find out more here: The Origin of Fool Me Once, Shame On You.




The Philosophical Chicken

Nasruddin was indignant when he saw some small parrots being sold for a very high price in the marketplace.
"My chicken is much bigger than those scrawny birds of yours!" he said to the bird seller. "And because my chicken is twice as big as they are, I should be able to sell her for twice as much."
"But my parrots can imitate human speech," the bird seller replied.
"Well, my chicken is very philosophical!" exclaimed Nasruddin. "She thinks deep thoughts, and she does not waste her time with empty chitter-chatter like those parrots of yours."


Inspired by: This is Nasruddin Tale Type T0136.
Notes: Compare the story about Birbal where he shows that while the parrots may pray to the gods in words, they do not possess real devotion because they do not understand what they are saying: T0115.