Humor Sufi

A Close Call - The Robe

13. A Close Call

One night Nasreddin awoke, thinking he had heard a strange noise outside his window. Looking out, he saw a suspicious white figure.

"Who goes there?" shouted the Hodja.

Hearing no reply, Nasreddin reached for his bow, set an arrow to the string, took aim, and shot in the direction of the mysterious figure. Satisfied that the intruder now would do him no harm, Nasreddin returned to bed and slept until dawn.

By morning's light he examined the scene outside his window, only to discover his own white shirt hanging on the clothesline and pierced by the arrow that he had shot during the night.

"That was a close call," murmured the Hodja. "My own shirt, shot through by an arrow! What if I had been wearing it at the time!"

14. The Robe

The Hodja, bruised and limping, came upon a neighbor at the marketplace.

"My dear friend, what happened to you?" asked the neighbor.

The Hodja answered, "Last night my wife grew angry and kicked my robe down the stairs."

"But how could that have caused your injuries?" continued the neighbor.

"I was wearing the robe when she kicked it down the stairs," explained the Hodja.