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:: Ready cash ::
Nasreddin Hodja opened the door for his old creditor who knocked his door many times to ask for paying his money back.
-Soon, said the Hodja, "I will pay your money back soon."
-When? asked the man.
-Listen...I sowed the thorn seeds in the street, along our wall.
-And?
-And the seed will flourish and we shall have plenty of thorns in the spring.
-Yes, no doubt! Then?
-Many flocks of sheep pass along this street. In passing, they will leave some of their wool on the thorns. I will collect the wool and my wife will spin it into yarn. Then, the rest is easy! I will sell
the yarn on the market and pay your money back.
The man burst into laughter at this ridiculous plan. Then Hodja said:
-Now that you have felt the ready cash in your hand you can afford to laugh, can't you, you rascal!
:: Nasreddin Hodja ::
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Le forgeron de son Moi
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Douze ans, j'ai été le forgeron de mon moi […], enfin, j'ai eu une illumination,
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Abou Yazid Bistami
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01 octobre 2004
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