Nasreddin Hodja Stories

In Romania he was known as "Nastratin Hogea". When I was a kid I read a book called just like this: Nastratin Hogea.

It's funny, while in Socialist Republic of Romania, a dictatorship, NH was quite known, it seems that nowadays "democratic" Romania has banned him. Chidren learn no more abot him.

Originally posted by DayI Good one kotumeyil (can you translate the joke with donkey too cuz i cant

I can't remember it very well, but if you post in Turkish I can translate 

Land of Aryan decided to take the trend of the stories of Nastratin Hogea's stupidity

Ok, back to the Arabic version "Djoha" and this time with his donkey. I wonder if you guys have this story too or a similar version:

One day, Djoha was riding a donkey with his son walking and leading the donkey. They entered a town and people saw them passing through the market.  "Oh look at this unmerciful father riding his donkey and forcing his young son to walk" people gossiped.

Djoha then decided to put his son on the donkey and walk instead. He did so but other group of people in the market commented saying "Look at this unbehaved son who let his old weaker father walk on his feet while he enjoys riding the donkey".  So Djoha got his son down and they both walked walking leading and pulling the donkey.

Later, another group of people commented "look at the stupid son and father, walking and pulling the donkey while one of them can rest riding that donkey". Djoha became so angry and he decided his son and him will ride the donkey. Guess what? Later, people commented saying "Oh, poor donkey carrying those two unmerciful father and son and barely walks".

Djoha gave up and him and his son carried their donkey in the middle of the market's laughers.

Moral of this tale: you will never please all people at the same time.

Edited by �ok ge�

Originally posted by Afghanan "I was standing facing Mecca, but my penis was pointing to the right..."

Hahaha, that was hilarious.

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~ Playing the Saz ~

At a gathering in the coffee house, they asked Nasreddin Hodja if he knew how to play the saz. Our Hodja, never one to disappoint his friends, said that he did. So, they gave him a saz and asked him to play. Nasreddin Hodja took the saz, placed it on his lap, then picked one string and started to play that string. He was not moving his fingers up and down, left or right; he was constantly plucking the same string, at the same spot.

`Hodja Effendi, what kind of music is this?', protested the patrons of the coffee house, `The real saz players move their fingers about, play different strings. You held on to one string and you are not letting it go!'

`They are moving their fingers about because they are all looking for this very spot,' was the Hodja's explanation, `I found it in my first attempt, why should I let it go?'

We also have him, I have a book of Nastrendin Hodja that my grandfather gave me, and he had bought it when he was 12 years old, that is, in 1914.
I have laughed so much with his stories as a child, and even now, when I browse through this - precious now - book, I still get a nostalgc but nonetheless joyous feeling.
I plan to be telling these stories to my children and grandchildren. Hopefully sitting around a fire - not that it really matters though...

Nasreddin Hodja and a man were travelling and they bought some fish to eat when they have a break. Hodja told that if a man eats the heads of the fish, he becomes very smart. Then the man begged: "Oh, please Hodja, I want to eat the heads of the fish; you can eat the rest!" Hodja accepted and ate all the fish except the heads of the fish. After a while the man got hungry and said: "Hodja, I think you deceived me!" and Hodja replied: "You see, how you became smarter!"

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One day a man, whom Nasreddin Hodja doesn't love knocked the door of Hodja and said: "I want to borrow your donkey for today, Hodja!" but Hodja didn't want to give the donkey to him. He said: "It is not here." While the man was leaving, the donkey started to bray. The man came back and said: "Shame on you Hodja, why did you lie to me? The donkey is here!". Hodja replied: "Do you believe me or do you believe a donkey?!?!"

 

Edited by kotumeyil

It's the second story in my above post

its good to bump this old thread.

 

His tales are also very popular among Uyghurs. We call him Nesiridin Ependi. Many of the above tales are also told among us.  This is his portrait we are familier:

and this is a film made about him:

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Ependi is very poor. One day he just collected some chiken feathers, binded them together and made a fan to sell it in the market.  When a man tried it before buying, the feathers started to fall off. The man said: "it's not a fan." Then Ependi told him: "this is a very good fan, just you don't know how to use it. instead of shaking it, you should hold it still, and shake your head."

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Ependi was going to teach a group of people. On the first day,  he asked:" Do you have any idea about what I'm going to teach", they said "No". Ependi left by saying " There is no use saying something to someone who has no idea about it". The other day he came and asked the same question, this time they said "Yes, we have". He left again by saying, "There is no need to repeat something you already know about". The third day he came and asked the same question again. This time they agreed beforehand and said " only half of us have an idea". then Ependi said" Then you tell those who don't know" and left again.