{"id":298,"date":"2010-04-29T11:04:54","date_gmt":"2010-04-29T11:04:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tameraktas.com\/wptest\/wordpress\/2010\/04\/29\/nasreddin-hocadan-gelithim-oykuleri\/"},"modified":"2026-02-16T15:12:12","modified_gmt":"2026-02-16T15:12:12","slug":"nasreddin-hocadan-gelisim-oykuleri","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/e-motivasyon.net\/en\/nasreddin-hocadan-gelisim-oykuleri.html","title":{"rendered":"Development Stories from Nasreddin Hodja"},"content":{"rendered":"

Development Stories from Nasreddin Hodja<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

Nasreddin Hoca’n\u0131n birbirinden g\u00fczel \u00f6yk\u00fcleri, g\u00fcld\u00fcrmesinin yan\u0131nda d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fcrmesiyle de \u00fcnl\u00fcd\u00fcr. \u0130\u00e7lerinden baz\u0131lar\u0131 ki\u015fisel geli\u015fim ba\u011flam\u0131nda olduk\u00e7a de\u011ferlidir. \u0130\u015fte bizden birinin, Nasreddin Hoca’n\u0131n geli\u015fim \u00f6yk\u00fcleri.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

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WHEN THE MOON OLD<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n
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:<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u2013 Hodja Effendi, we have a problem\u2026 Hodja:<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u201cTell me,\u201d he replies.<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u2013 We keep wondering. When the new moon enters, what do they do with the old moon?<\/strong><\/span>
\nThe teacher answers with a smile:<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u2013 What do they do with the Old Moon? What's not to know about this! They crop and trim and make stars.<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
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FISH MIND<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/h4>\n
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.<\/strong><\/span>
\nHousewife to her husband:<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u201cOh lord,\u201d 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.<\/strong><\/span>
\nAfter these conversations, Hodja knocks on the door:<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u2013 My neighbor, be blessed. The nice smell of the fish has surrounded the whole neighborhood\u2026 he says.<\/strong><\/span>
\nHis 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:<\/strong><\/span>
\n- Hello, Master, what are you doing?<\/strong><\/span>
\n- I'm talking to the fish. I saw these as very small, "which sea's lambs are you?" I asked.<\/strong><\/span>
\nNeighbor, astonished:<\/strong><\/span>
\n- Well, what did he say to you? he asks.<\/strong><\/span>
\nThe teacher immediately answers:<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u2013 We are so small, we do not know where we came from. We have big ones in the closet. \u201cYou ask them,\u201d he said.<\/strong><\/span>
\nThe host brings the fish from the fridge to the table.<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
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TAKE MY HAND<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n
The selfish butcher of the neighborhood fell into the lake. He started to flutter. Immediately the villagers run:<\/span><\/strong>
\n\u201cGive me your hand, give your hand!\u201d they shouted. But the man did not extend his hand. He was suffocating, when Hodja called out:<\/span><\/strong>
\n\u2013 Huh! he doesn't know how to give. If you shout "Take my hand".<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
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E\u015eEK MUHABBET\u0130<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n
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;<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u201cIsn't it a shame, teacher? How can you carry such a load on a donkey?\u201d<\/strong><\/span>
\nHodja took his son off the donkey and continued on his way. A person whose time has passed;<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u201cShame on you, shame on you. Can a small child be walked?\u201d<\/strong><\/span>
\nThe teacher sat the boy on the donkey. He went on his own way. Once again, someone who has passed;<\/strong><\/span>
\nAt 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:<\/strong><\/span>
\nLook at the suckers, donkeys are ahead, they are emitting.<\/strong><\/span>
\nThen Nasreddin Hodja said:<\/strong><\/span>
\nYou see, my son, the mouth of the world is not a bag so that you shrink\u2026<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
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curl<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n
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:<\/strong><\/span>
\n- Did you hit me? he said to the man.<\/strong><\/span>
\nThe man said: "I shot, what will happen?"<\/strong><\/span>
\nHodja: \u201cDid you hit it as a joke or seriously?\u201d said.<\/strong><\/span>
\nMan: Seriously, what did I do?<\/strong><\/span>
\nHodja: \u201cOh my god, so be it\u2026 Because I don\u2019t like jokes at all\u2026\u201d<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
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THE THIEF HAS NO CRIMINAL?<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n
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.<\/strong><\/span>
\nsomeone :<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u2013 My teacher said, why didn't you put a good lock on the barn door? Someone else:<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u2013 How come a thief is breaking into your house and you are not aware of it? he spoke. Another is:<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u2013 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.<\/strong><\/span>
\nThe teacher was angry:<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u2013 He said well, but is it all my fault? Is the thief not guilty?<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
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THIS ALSO THINK<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n
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:<\/span><\/strong>
\n\u2013 Turkey for sale\u2026. Turkey for sale\u2026. Turkey for sale under twenty!<\/span><\/strong>
\nSurprised market.<\/span><\/strong>
\n- They said, "Yeah, teacher. Where have you seen a turkey worth twenty gold coins?<\/span><\/strong>
\n\u2013 What happened, Hodja said. They just sold a bird for fifteen gold coins.<\/span><\/strong>
\n\u2013 But they said he was a parrot. He speaks like a human.<\/span><\/strong>
\n\u2013 Let it be, said Nasreddin Hodja. If he talks, he thinks too!<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
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HEAVEN AND HELL<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n
Nasreddin Hodja died one day and went to the next world. Melek asks Nasreddin Hodja:<\/span><\/strong>
\n\u2013 Do you want to go to heaven or do you want to go to hell, which one do you want to go to?<\/span><\/strong>
\nHodja looked at everyone in heaven wearing rosaries, but in hell everyone was playing music. Nasreddin Hodja answered the angel:<\/span><\/strong>
\nHe said, \u201cI get bored in heaven, and I play when I get bored in hell.\u201d And he chose hell. He just entered through the gates of hell...<\/span><\/strong>
\n\u015eeytan: Eylenme bitti herkes kazanlaraaaaaaaaa !<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
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LAMP<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n
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.<\/strong><\/span>
\nNasreddin Hodja said, "I'm sorry".<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
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THE STAFF OF VOID<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/strong><\/h4>\n

They asked Nasreddin Hodja: "Who are you?"
\n\u201cNothing,\u201d said the Hodja; \u201cI am nobody.\u201d
\nWhen he saw that they did not care, the Hodja asked:
\n"Who are you?"
\n\u201cMutasarr\u0131f,\u201d said the man in a raucous manner.
\n\u201cWhat will you be next?\u201d asked Nasreddin Hodja.
\n\u201cI guess I'll be the governor,\u201d replied the man.
\n"Later on?" insisted Hodja.
\n\u201cVizier,\u201d said the man.
\n“Daha, daha sonra ne olacaks\u0131n?”
\n\u201cI could possibly be grand vizier.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd after that?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Since there was no station left, the man bowed his head and said his last station: "Nothing!"<\/span><\/strong>
\n\u201cWhy are you swelling up, man? I am already in the office where you can come years later: \u201cIn the office of nothingness!\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Is That Crazy Gone? \u2013 The Story of Nasreddin Hodja from Osho<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n