Development Stories from Nasreddin Hodja

Nasreddin Hoca'dan Gelişim Öyküleri... Nasreddin Hoca'nın birbirinden güzel öyküleri, güldürmesinin yanında düşündürmesiyle de ünlüdür.

Nasreddin Hoca'dan Gelişim Öyküleri... Nasreddin Hoca'nın birbirinden güzel öyküleri, güldürmesinin yanında düşündürmesiyle de ünlüdür.

Development Stories from Nasreddin Hodja

Nasreddin Hoca’nın birbirinden güzel öyküleri, güldürmesinin yanında düşündürmesiyle de ünlüdür. İçlerinden bazıları kişisel gelişim bağlamında oldukça değerlidir. İşte bizden birinin, Nasreddin Hoca’nın gelişim öyküleri.

 

WHEN THE MOON OLD

The Hodja is someone who is used by everyone, familiar and unfamiliar, due to his deep knowledge of every subject. One day, while returning home tired from a long journey, two people he does not know approach him. After greeting, one of them asks:
– Hodja Effendi, we have a problem… Hodja:
“Tell me,” he replies.
– We keep wondering. When the new moon enters, what do they do with the old moon?
The teacher answers with a smile:
– What do they do with the Old Moon? What's not to know about this! They crop and trim and make stars.


FISH MIND

When Hodja returns home in the evening, he envies the smells of cooking coming from his neighbor. His neighbor is frying fish that evening. The teacher approaches the door. Listens to internal conversations.
Housewife to her husband:
“Oh lord,” he says. Hodja can pick up the smell and come back as usual. Let's keep the big ones of the fried fish in the closet for the boy.
After these conversations, Hodja knocks on the door:
– My neighbor, be blessed. The nice smell of the fish has surrounded the whole neighborhood… he says.
His neighbor takes Hodja inside. They sit down to eat. Hodja looks at the small fish in front of him and mutters something. Then he takes the fish to his ear and pretends to listen. Seeing this situation, the landlord asks:
- Hello, Master, what are you doing?
- I'm talking to the fish. I saw these as very small, "which sea's lambs are you?" I asked.
Neighbor, astonished:
- Well, what did he say to you? he asks.
The teacher immediately answers:
– We are so small, we do not know where we came from. We have big ones in the closet. “You ask them,” he said.
The host brings the fish from the fridge to the table.

 

TAKE MY HAND

The selfish butcher of the neighborhood fell into the lake. He started to flutter. Immediately the villagers run:
“Give me your hand, give your hand!” they shouted. But the man did not extend his hand. He was suffocating, when Hodja called out:
– Huh! he doesn't know how to give. If you shout "Take my hand".

 

Donkey love

Nasreddin Hodja came with a donkey while picking up his son from school. He and his son made their way home on a donkey. Time has passed. A group of people stood before them. A person;
“Isn't it a shame, teacher? How can you carry such a load on a donkey?”
Hodja took his son off the donkey and continued on his way. A person whose time has passed;
“Shame on you, shame on you. Can a small child be walked?”
The teacher sat the boy on the donkey. He went on his own way. Once again, someone who has passed;
At this time, their children are like this, their old father walks and rides a donkey. This word goes to the child's pain and gets off the donkey and they both go on foot. Some talker from there:
Look at the suckers, donkeys are ahead, they are emitting.
Then Nasreddin Hodja said:
You see, my son, the mouth of the world is not a bag so that you shrink…

curl

Nasreddin Hodja was walking absently in the market and watching the shopkeepers around him. Meanwhile, he was slapped on the back of his neck. The teacher stumbled and staggered a few steps. Luckily, he got up and turned angrily. Once he saw that he was a man twice as big as the teacher. Hodja paused and swallowed, then:
- Did you hit me? he said to the man.
The man said: "I shot, what will happen?"
Hodja: “Did you hit it as a joke or seriously?” said.
Man: Seriously, what did I do?
Hodja: “Oh my god, so be it… Because I don’t like jokes at all…”

 

THE THIEF HAS NO CRIMINAL?

One day, Nasreddin Hodja's donkey was stolen. When he explained the situation to his neighbors in boredom, a voice started to come out of every head.
someone :
– My teacher said, why didn't you put a good lock on the barn door? Someone else:
– How come a thief is breaking into your house and you are not aware of it? he spoke. Another is:
– My teacher said, I'm sorry, but you are the biggest reason for the donkey to be stolen. Because you don't even have a decent barn. Wherever you look, it's falling apart.
The teacher was angry:
– He said well, but is it all my fault? Is the thief not guilty?

 

THIS ALSO THINK

Nasreddin Hodja, who saw that a small parrot was sold for fifteen gold coins, went to his house in a run and caught his turkey in the henhouse. He hurriedly took it to the market and started shouting:
– Turkey for sale…. Turkey for sale…. Turkey for sale under twenty!
Surprised market.
- They said, "Yeah, teacher. Where have you seen a turkey worth twenty gold coins?
– What happened, Hodja said. They just sold a bird for fifteen gold coins.
– But they said he was a parrot. He speaks like a human.
– Let it be, said Nasreddin Hodja. If he talks, he thinks too!

HEAVEN AND HELL

Nasreddin Hodja died one day and went to the next world. Melek asks Nasreddin Hodja:
– Do you want to go to heaven or do you want to go to hell, which one do you want to go to?
Hodja looked at everyone in heaven wearing rosaries, but in hell everyone was playing music. Nasreddin Hodja answered the angel:
He said, “I get bored in heaven, and I play when I get bored in hell.” And he chose hell. He just entered through the gates of hell...
Devil: The action is over, everyone winsaaaaaaaaa!!.

 

LAMP

One day, Nasreddin Hodja hit the lamp while walking on the road. A genie came out of the lamp and said, "Whatever you wish from me, he said.
Nasreddin Hodja said, "I'm sorry".

 

THE STAFF OF VOID

They asked Nasreddin Hodja: "Who are you?"
“Nothing,” said the Hodja; “I am nobody.”
When he saw that they did not care, the Hodja asked:
"Who are you?"
“Mutasarrıf,” said the man in a raucous manner.
“What will you be next?” asked Nasreddin Hodja.
“I guess I'll be the governor,” replied the man.
"Later on?" insisted Hodja.
“Vizier,” said the man.
“What will you be next?”
“I could possibly be grand vizier.”
“And after that?”

Since there was no station left, the man bowed his head and said his last station: "Nothing!"
“Why are you swelling up, man? I am already in the office where you can come years later: “In the office of nothingness!”

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