Nasruddin had been robbed many times, but this was something new: a thief came in the night and stole Nasruddin's door.
When Nasruddin saw what had happened, he marched to the mosque and took that door off its hinges. He then carried it home and set it up in place of his own missing door.
"I recognize that door!" shouted his wife. "That's the door to the mosque. What do you think you're doing?"
"God only knows who stole our door," he replied. "And when God tells me the name of the thief, I'll return the door to his mosque."
Inspired by: Classic Tales of Mulla Nasreddin retold by Houman Farzad, and translated by Diane Wilcox
Notes: This story is on p. 54 of the book.
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