- Are You Asleep?
- The Man on the Tree
- The Gurantee
- The Crowded Home
- Milk for the Mullah
- Where God is Not?
- The First Banquet
- The Second Banquet
- Alone in the Desert
- God’s Will
- The Tale of the Stupid Oaf
- The Sweetest Strawberry
- Two Questions
- At Least One of Them
- The Quilt Is Gone
- Gift Rabbit
- Thief with a Good Heart
- Ox and the Crock
- Delinquent Ox
- Pivotal Point
- Full House
- Watermelon VS Walnut
- On the Roof
- Helva Blues
- Day of the Month
- Fur Coat
- Cow Ruined the Vegetable Garden
- First Sermon
- Reading Lessons for the Donkey
- Naive Students
- Candle Light
- Smart Shopper
- Laundry Day
- How to Save a Man
- Big Spoon VS Small Spoon
- Delicious Stew
- Scientific Meeting
- Novice Barber
- Protecting the Minaret
- In Arabic
- Gift for Timur
- Naughty Boy
- Quail Feast
- Degree of Grievance
One of Nasreddin Hodja’s neighbours asked the Hodja for some advice on how to manage his large family in his tiny little house.
`Hodja Effendi,’ he lamented, `our quarters are so small, we can’t all fit in. Me and my wife, my mother-in-law, 3 kids… We are cramped up in our puny cottage. You are a wise man, you would know of a solution, please tell me what to do!’
`How many chickens do you have in the barn?’ Hodja asked.
`Why, Hodja Effendi, I have 5 chickens and a rooster.’
`Take them all into the house!’
`Mercy!’ the poor peasant protested, `Hodja Effendi, the house is small without the chickens.’
`Try it!’ Nasreddin Hodja insisted, `You will be grateful to me.’
The neighbour was not convinced but he didn’t dare question the wisdom of the Hodja. He took the chickens and the rooster inside the house. The next morning he ran to Hodja’s house.
`Hodja Effendi, it is worse now. Me, my wife, my mother-in-law, 3 kids, 5 chickens and a rooster! We can’t fit in at all!’ he bemoaned. However, Nasreddin Hodja was not moved.
`You have a donkey, don’t you?’
`Yes, Hodja Effendi, I have one old donkey.’ answered the man.
`Take the donkey in!’ said the Hodja. No matter how much the neighbour objected, Nasreddin Hodja maintained that it was for his best and the hopeless man did as he was told. The next morning, he ran back to Hodja’s house, this time more despairingly than ever.
`Hodja Effendi! It is not possible. The wife, the mother-in-law, the kids, the chickens, the rooster and the donkey! We had a terrible night. There is no room to breathe.’
`If I remember correctly, you had two lambs, did you not?’
`Oh, no! Hodja Effendi, don’t tell me to take the lambs in. There is no room!’
`Don’t worry, my friend,’ the Hodja assured the desperate man, `You will thank me in the end.’ The neighbour, hoping the Hodja knows something that he doesn’t, took the two lambs in that night. The next morning he was at Hodja doorstep, wretched.
`Hodja Effendi, what are you doing to us? The house is packed full. My mother-in-law is threatening to kill me, my wife is threatening to leave me. This is not working at all.’
Nasreddin Hodja considered for a moment, then he said: `Now, take all the live stock out of the house. Chickens, rooster, donkey and lambs; all back to the garden, back to the barn, back to the shed. Take them all out!’
Next morning, the neighbour was once again at Hodja’s house.
`Ahh, Hodja Effendi, you are indeed a wise man. You solved my problem. Now, our house is so large, so roomy, so much space for everyone, kids can play, we can sleep, everyone is happy.’ he said, `Thank you and may Allah bless you!’
Full House – Mullah Nasruddin Stories