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I dedicate this article to all who struggle to make a better world, and that includes all of us who seek justice, not just for Trayvon Martin and the harmed, but for George Zimmerman and the people who harm others.
As we rise and fall ever turning on the karmic wheel, let us never forget to laugh.
I love the Mullah Nasrudin stories. They make me laugh and comfort me in troubled times.
Watch out! Their deeper meaning reverberates.
The Mullah Nasruddin was invited to deliver a sermon. When he reached the pulpit, he asked the people,
“Do you know what I am going to say?”
They replied “no.”
“I have no desire to speak to people who don’t even know what I will be talking about!” the Mullah said, and he turned his back to the people and left the building.
Feeling extremely embarrassed, the people invited him back the next day. This time, when he asked the same question, they replied, “yes.”
Nasruddin said, “Well, since you already know what I am going to say, I won’t waste any more of your time!”
As he had done the previous day, he turned and left the building.
Now the people were really perplexed. They decided to try one more time and once again invited the Mullah to speak the following week.
As expected, he asked the same question, “Do you know what I am going to say?”
The people were prepared, so half of them answered “yes” while the other half replied “no.”
Without missing a beat, Nasruddin said, “Let the half who know what I am going to say, tell it to the half who don’t.”
Then he turned and left the building.
One day Mullah Nasruddin lost his ring down in the basement of his house, where it was very dark. There being no chance of his finding it in that darkness, he went out on the street and started looking for it there. Somebody passing by stopped and enquire:
– What are you looking for, Mullah Nasruddin ? Have you lost something?
– Yes, I’ve lost my ring down in the basement.
– But Mullah Nasruddin , why don’t you look for it down in the basement where you have lost it? asked the man in surprise.
– Don’t be silly, man! How do you expect me to find anything in that darkness!
A renowned philosopher and moralist, who was traveling through the Mullah Nasruddin’s village one day, stopped and asked him where there was a good place to eat. Nasruddin suggested a place and the scholar, hungry for conversation, invited Nasruddin to join him. Much obliged, Nasruddin accompanied the scholar to a nearby restaurant, where they asked the waiter about the special of the day.
“ Fish! Fresh Fish!” said the waiter.
“Bring us two,” they answered.
A few minutes later, the waiter brought out a large platter with two cooked fish on it. One fish was quite a bit smaller than the other.
Without hesitating, Nasruddin speared the larger of the fish and placed it in on his own plate.
The scholar, giving Nasruddin a look of intense disbelief, proceeded to tell him that what he did was not only blatantly selfish, but that it violated the principles of almost every known moral, religious, and ethical system.
Nasruddin calmly listened to the philosopher’s extemporaneous lecture patiently, and when he had finally lapsed into a ruddy silence, Nasruddin said,
“Well, Sir, what would you have done?”
“I, being a conscientious human, would have taken the smaller fish for myself.”
“And here you are,” Mullah Nasruddin said, and placed the smaller fish on the gentleman’s plate.
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Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.