"...did any of your students ever become enlightened?"
"Sure. many of them"
"How can you tell?"
"Easy. They stop following me or anyone else, do not talk ceaselessly about 'teachers', 'teachings', 'spirituality' and other such matters, and they go on with their lives free from fears and pretences."

A young man came up to Nasrudin one day and began challenging him.

A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50^th birthday. She spends $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way home, she stops at a news-stand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, „I hope you don‘t mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?“„About 32,“ is the reply.

Following the noon prayers, the imam of the local mosque saw Nasrudin sitting at the local tea-house. „Hey Mulla, how come I never see you at the mosque any more?“ „Um... er... the thing is...“ mumbled Nasrudin, „there are just too many hypocrites there, it just ...uh...

When the sultan was visiting Nasrudin‘s town, he decided to put on a show for the locals for their entertainment and to foster his popularity. During the great festivities, the Sultan summoned his best swordsmen before the crowd.

I do not know what the Truth is,“ began a dervish after listening to one of Nasrudins infrequent lectures „but that was not it!“ Nasrudin began to tear his clothes and shouted, „Such expertise! Knowing what one does not know. If only I could know what I do not know.“

Nasrudin found himself in jail, locked in a cell with another man. He sat on his bunk, while the other guy kept pacing nervously from one end of the cell to another. After observing this for a while, Nasrudin said: „Say, do you think that when you are walking you are not sitting?“

Nasrudin participated in a wrestling contest. Due to his agility and speed, he succeeded in getting to the finals. In the final bout he was matched against a huge and powerful pro. The guy got him caught and held in an impossibly contorted position, and the situation of Nasrudin seemed hopeless.

Nasrudin arrived at a town.

"Where do I find the mosque?" he asked the next passerby.

"Straight ahead, at the big tree, turn left!" was the reply.

"I beg your pardon: is this not the way to the brothel?" exclaimed our decent and upright mullah.

"Hey Mulla, where have you been?" asked the imam, "I have not seen you at the mosque in ages! We have missed your presence and your barakah!"

"Oh well I have not been coming for some time..." said Nasrudin "Why is that Mulla? A venerable old man like yourself, why I used to see you there every single day!"