Collecting Money

Some bloggers do blogging just for fun and some others use their blog as money machine, and I use my blog for both. To collect money online is difficult and easy, it depends on the blog quality. Huff... Talking about quality of the blog  will never end because there are so many ways to improve the blog quality. And at this time I do not get you to talk about it, I just wanna you read this story and learn from Nasreddin's idea, here is the story

Nasreddin was collecting some money from his neighbours. Whenever he came to his neighbour he always said, " Brother, I'm collecting money to pay a poor man's debt. I must do it because he is not able to pay back the money."

One of his neighbours said, That's a very good act!" Then, he gave Nasreddin several coins. He said further, " you're right, Nasreddin. We have to take a pity on the poor.

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Hiding from a Thief

Hehee..Hiding from a thief,  Is it crazy or brilliant idea? Just read it !

One night a thief was breaking into Nasreddin's house. Coincidentally Nasreddin saw it. Then he hid in a big box in the corner of the room quickly.

The thief started searching for money or jewelery in the house. He opened the cupboards, drawers, wardrobe but he could not find anything. He was almost desperate and wanted to go out through the window. When he walked to the window he saw a big box in the corner of Nasreddin's bedroom near the window. He was glad because he thought that there was jewelery or much money inside.

The box was tightly locked from inside. Yet, he could open the door hardly. He was very surprised to find Nasreddin inside the box. The thief was angry and said, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I hide from you," said Nasreddin.

"Why?"

"I'm ashamed because I don't have anything that you can take. That's the reason why I hide here," answered Nasreddin.

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Before It's Late

Sometimes we do not realize when we do the wrong thing, as was done by Nasreddin in this story; 

It was a long dry season. Most wells were dry. So, Nasreddin asked his son to take some drinking water from a natural fountain. He handed a jar to his son. After that, he hit his son's face and said, "Be careful, don't break the jar!" The boy cried and left.

One of his neighbours knew the event. He felt a pity on the boy. He approached Nasreddin and said, "Nasreddin, your son is a nice boy. Why do you hit him?"

"In order not to break the jar, "Nasreddin answered.

"You're not wise, Nasreddin. The jar is not broken, but you have hit your son."

"You're wrong, Nasreddin answered, "If I hit him after he breaks the jar, as most people do, it would be very late. And it is no use to do something late."

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I'm half mad

Wow... I like the humorous stories of Nasreddin very much...and here it is one of the stories that I had read, the title is I'm Half Mad.

It was a fruit season. Almost all people at that country planted fruit trees. So did Nasreddin. He had a lot of grape trees. He picked two basketful of grapes and wanted to sell the grapes to the market. He put the two baskets on his donkey and brought them to the market.

It was a very hot midday. The market was still far before him. He stopped and had a drink in a food stall nearby. Then several men with several donkeys bringing grapes came and took a rest at the same food stall. After having lunch, they fell asleep. Nasreddin did not fell asleep. Seeing the men were sleeping, he went out. He began taking out some grapes from the men's basket and putting them into his. 

Suddenly one of them woke up and saw him. He shouted, "what are you doing!"

"Oh, I'm half mad. Sometimes I do strange things and do not know what I am doing,"said he.

"Really? Then why don't you sometimes take grapes from your baskets and put them into our baskets?" asked the man angrily. Meanwhile the other men woke up. They approached Nasreddin, Nasreddin was afraid.

"You don't understand me. I said I am half mad, not totally mad. So, I still differentiate which ones are my baskets and which ones others'. But I cannot differentiate where are others' baskets if mine are there also."

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