Hoja Nasruddin was a Sufi . He is still today renowned for its sense of humour and his educational Islamic stories are used to feel people heart with joy and laugh while studing and learning the Islam.
This statue is located in Labi-Hauz square Bukhara city.
There are several Nasruddin Hojas and that can be confusing. The Arabs call him Joha, the Turks know him as Nasruddin Hoja, and the people of India/Pakistan and Iran as Mulla Nasruddin.
i had a very nice suprise when I got to Bukhara and saw the statue as I didnt knew about its existence. I somehow started to remember some stories my Arabic teacher usually told us about Hoja Nasruddin. At a certain point it started to be the higlights of the whole classes where everybody started to laugh.
Small stories of Hoja Nasruddin:
Catching the train
Nasrudin and two of his cronies arrive at the train station just in time to see the train leave. “when is the next one?” they ask the station master. “in an hour” answers the man. Nasrudin and his friends decide to spend the waiting time in a rail station pub. An hour later they leave the bar just in time to see this train, too, leave. They attempt to chase it, but without success. Upon enquiry they are told that the next train leaves in three hours. They decide to return to the bar. This time they get to the platform as the train starts pulling out from the station. The three of them do not give up. They open a run with all their might, and indeed two of them succeed boarding; only Nasrudin trips and falls, and misses the train. The station master helps him on his feet, and seeing Nasrudin watching the disappearing train in great distress says: “do not worry, sir. The next train is in another half an hour” “it’s not me I worry about” answers Nasrudin. “It’s my friends. You see, they were only escorting me to the train!”
Machismo
while working as a lorry driver, nasrudin found himself one day a sole customer in a roadside restaurant, in the middle of the desert, when three bikers budged in. the bored bikers started to provoke him, looking for a fight. one of them bumped into him, another put his cigarette ashes in his cofee, etc. nasrudin didn’t react, got up calmly, payed his bill and left. while they listened to him starting the lorry outside, one of them said with disgust: “what a coward!” “yeah, not a real man, that one…” agreed his buddies. “right,” agreed the restaurant owner, looking out through the window. “not only he’s not a real man, he ain’t a real driver either. just now, reversing the lorry, he run over three new bikes…”
Who died?
A traveler was passing through town when he came upon a huge funeral procession. Nasrudin was on a corner watching the people pass by.
“Who died?” the traveler asked Nasrudin.
“I’m not sure,” replied Nasrudin, “but I think it’s the one in the coffin.”
True faith
There was a terrible draught. after a long deliberation, the villagers decided to approach nasrudin, who was known to work miracles on occasion, and ask for his intervention in bringing the rain. the whole community went over to nasrudin’s hut and the elders stated their request. “sorry”, said nasrudin. “there will be no miracle - you have no faith”. “but nasrudin, how can you say it?” said the villagers. “after all, is it not our faith, that brought us to your door, begging for help?” “if you really had faith” said nasrudin, “you would have come with umbrellas”
Level ground
Nasrudin was fixing his roof one day when a friend approached his house. His friend called out, “Excuse me, Nasrudin, could you please come down here for a moment?”
Narudin put down his tools and climbed down his roof to meet his friend. His friend then asked, “Could I borrow some money?”
Nasrudin thought for a moment, then beckoned to his friend, “Please, could you join me on my roof for a moment?”
The friend climbed upon the roof, followed by the Mullah who then exclaimed, “I HAVE NO MONEY!!!”
Certainty
“Let us toss a coin and see who is right?”
“Certainly,” said Nasrudin, “head’s I win, tails you lose.”
Orthodoxy and heresy
“Nasrudin is your religion orthodox?”
“It all depends,” said Nasrudin,
“on which bunch of heretics is in power.”
The Nature of the Unseen
It seems that the Master of Mirth and Chief of the Dervishes, Nasrudin was once called to pontificate on the ‘Nature of God’ in the local mosque. Present where the many Imams and Dr’s of the Islamic Law. Out of courtesy and because Nasrudin could not be counted on saying anything worthwhile, these illustrious guests explained and inspired the audience with their eloquence and wisdom.
Finally it was Nasrudins turn to explain ‘the Nature of God’. “God . . .”, started Nasrudin impressively “is . . .”
Nasrudin removed and held up an ovoid mauve vegetable from the folds of his turban, ” . . . an aubergine.” There was uproar at this blasphemy. When order was finally established, Nasrudin was reluctantly asked to explain his words. “I conclude that everyone has spoken of what they do not know or have not seen. We can all see this aubergine. Is there anyone who can deny that God is manifest in all things?” Nobody could.
“Very well,” said Nasrudin, “God is an aubergine.”