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An ordinary girl who wishes to share her thoughts & knowledge through this blog..Insyallah
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Thursday, January 24, 2008
A Dinner of SmellsOnce, long ago, a very fine and expensive restaurant stood on a busy street in a bustling market town. One day, a poor man passed by this restaurant. He was tired and hungry, for he had had nothing to eat all day. His nostrils caught the smell of the delicious food being cooked inside. He stopped and sniffed, smiled sadly, and began to walk away.But he did not get far. The owner of the restaurant came storming out into the street."Come here!" he bellowed. "I saw that! You took the smell of my food, and you'll have to pay for it!"The poor man did not know what to do."I cannot pay!" he stammered. "I have no money!" "No money!" shouted the restaurant owner. "We'll see about that! You're coming with me to the Qadi!A Qadi is a judge in a Muslim court. Naturally, he is very powerful, and the poor man was frightened."Hmm," said the Qadi, when he had heard the story. "Well, this is an unusual case. Let me think. Come back tomorrow, and I'll pronounce the sentence."What could the poor man do? He knew whatever sum the Qadi demanded, payment would be impossible.All night long he tossed and turned, unable to sleep for worry. When dawn came he said his prayers and, tired and dejected, made his way to the Qadi's court.As he passed the masjid he spotted a familiar figure -- Nasrudin the Hoja. Suddenly, his heart lifted. For he knew that Nasrudin was a clever man, who was sure to be able to think of a way around the problem. He poured out his story, and Nasrudin agreed to come to the court and speak for him. The rich restaurant owner was already at the court, chatting with the Qadi. The poor man saw that they were friends, and feared the judgment would go against him.He was right. The Qadi began heaping insults upon the poor man as soon as he saw him, and ordered him to pay a very large sum of money.At once, Nasrudin stepped forward. "My lord," he said to the Qadi. "This man is my brother. Allow me to pay in his place."Then the mullah took a small bag of coins from his belt an held it next to the rich man's ear. He shook the bag, so that the coins jingled."Can you hear that?" asked Nasrudin."Of course," the man replied, impatiently."Well, that is your payment," said the mullah. "My brother has smelled your food, and you have heard his money. The debt is paid."And, in the face of such argument, the case was settled and the poor man went free. taken from www.zaharuddin.net
Posted at 06:07 am by tudge
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