Story post no 3
Foundation level student at RSMC
One hot afternoon, Mullah Nasruddin was walking through the bazaar of his town. Merchants were shouting, camels groaning, and children running about with sweets in their hands. But Mullah had no money in his pocket that day, and his stomach was loudly reminding him that it hadn’t eaten since morning.
He passed by a shop selling roasted kebabs. The smell was so delicious that Nasruddin stopped in his tracks. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered:
“Ahhh, kebabs! Even their smell is enough for a poor man like me.”
The shopkeeper, a greedy man with a sharp nose and sharper eyes, noticed him standing there.
“Hey, Mullah!” the man shouted. “If you want to enjoy my kebabs, you must pay for them!”
“But I didn’t eat your kebabs,” said Nasruddin calmly. “I only smelled them.”
“Smell or taste—makes no difference! You must pay me!” the shopkeeper insisted.
People in the bazaar gathered around, curious to see what would happen. Some whispered, “The shopkeeper is unfair,” while others chuckled, “Let’s see how clever Mullah will get out of this one.”
The argument grew so loud that finally the qazi (judge) of the town was called to settle the matter. The qazi sat down under a big shady tree, and both men presented their sides.
The shopkeeper said, “Honorable qazi, this man stole the smell of my kebabs without paying. I demand justice!”
The crowd laughed, but the qazi raised his hand for silence.
“And what do you say, Mullah?” he asked.
Nasruddin bowed politely.
“Respected qazi, I admit the smell of the kebabs entered my nose, but can anyone really steal a smell? If so, then every breeze that passes this bazaar is a thief!”
The qazi stroked his beard thoughtfully.
“Hmmm… this is a strange case indeed. But perhaps there is a solution.”
Then, with a twinkle in his eye, Nasruddin spoke again.
“Your honor, allow me to settle the matter in my own way. If the shopkeeper agrees, I will pay him what he deserves.”
The greedy shopkeeper’s eyes shone with greed. “Yes, yes! As long as I get my money.”
So Nasruddin took out a few coins from his pocket and held them tightly in his hand. He shook them so that the sound of the metal rang clearly in the air—clink, clink, clink.
Then he turned to the shopkeeper and said,
“As you gave me only the smell of your kebabs, I now give you only the sound of my money.”
The crowd burst into laughter. Even the qazi could not hide his smile.
“Well said, Mullah!” he declared. “The shopkeeper has been paid fairly—the smell for the smell, and the sound for the sound.”
The shopkeeper turned red with embarrassment, but he could say nothing. The people clapped and cheered for Nasruddin’s cleverness, while Mullah bowed and said with a grin:
“Sometimes, the best way to pay is not with silver or gold, but with wisdom.”
And from that day on, whenever anyone in the town tried to cheat another, people would laugh and remind them of The Clever Plan of Mullah Nasruddin.
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Moral of the story: Wisdom is more valuable than money, and clever thinking can defeat greed.
Story post no 3
Foundation level student at RSMC
One hot afternoon, Mullah Nasruddin was walking through the bazaar of his town. Merchants were shouting, camels groaning, and children running about with sweets in their hands. But Mullah had no money in his pocket that day, and his stomach was loudly reminding him that it hadn’t eaten since morning.
He passed by a shop selling roasted kebabs. The smell was so delicious that Nasruddin stopped in his tracks. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered:
“Ahhh, kebabs! Even their smell is enough for a poor man like me.”
The shopkeeper, a greedy man with a sharp nose and sharper eyes, noticed him standing there.
“Hey, Mullah!” the man shouted. “If you want to enjoy my kebabs, you must pay for them!”
“But I didn’t eat your kebabs,” said Nasruddin calmly. “I only smelled them.”
“Smell or taste—makes no difference! You must pay me!” the shopkeeper insisted.
People in the bazaar gathered around, curious to see what would happen. Some whispered, “The shopkeeper is unfair,” while others chuckled, “Let’s see how clever Mullah will get out of this one.”
The argument grew so loud that finally the qazi (judge) of the town was called to settle the matter. The qazi sat down under a big shady tree, and both men presented their sides.
The shopkeeper said, “Honorable qazi, this man stole the smell of my kebabs without paying. I demand justice!”
The crowd laughed, but the qazi raised his hand for silence.
“And what do you say, Mullah?” he asked.
Nasruddin bowed politely.
“Respected qazi, I admit the smell of the kebabs entered my nose, but can anyone really steal a smell? If so, then every breeze that passes this bazaar is a thief!”
The qazi stroked his beard thoughtfully.
“Hmmm… this is a strange case indeed. But perhaps there is a solution.”
Then, with a twinkle in his eye, Nasruddin spoke again.
“Your honor, allow me to settle the matter in my own way. If the shopkeeper agrees, I will pay him what he deserves.”
The greedy shopkeeper’s eyes shone with greed. “Yes, yes! As long as I get my money.”
So Nasruddin took out a few coins from his pocket and held them tightly in his hand. He shook them so that the sound of the metal rang clearly in the air—clink, clink, clink.
Then he turned to the shopkeeper and said,
“As you gave me only the smell of your kebabs, I now give you only the sound of my money.”
The crowd burst into laughter. Even the qazi could not hide his smile.
“Well said, Mullah!” he declared. “The shopkeeper has been paid fairly—the smell for the smell, and the sound for the sound.”
The shopkeeper turned red with embarrassment, but he could say nothing. The people clapped and cheered for Nasruddin’s cleverness, while Mullah bowed and said with a grin:
“Sometimes, the best way to pay is not with silver or gold, but with wisdom.”
And from that day on, whenever anyone in the town tried to cheat another, people would laugh and remind them of The Clever Plan of Mullah Nasruddin.
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✨ Moral of the story: Wisdom is more valuable than money, and clever thinking can defeat greed.
