Nobody really knows
Suddenly realizing that he did not know who he was, Mulla
Nasrudin rushed into the street, looking for someone who
might recognize him.
The crowds were thick, but he was in a strange town, and he
found no familiar face.
Suddenly he found himself in a carpenter’s shop.
‘What can I do for you?’ asked the craftsman, stepping
Nasrudin said nothing.
‘Perhaps you would like something made from wood?’
‘First things first,’ said the Mulla. ‘Now, did you see me come
into your shop?’
‘Yes, I did.’
‘Good. Now, have you ever seen me in your life before?’
‘Never in my life.’
‘Then how do you know it is me?’