During the Crusades, Nasrudin was captured and set to
work on the ditch near Aleppo citadel. The work was
backbreaking, and the Mulla bemoaned his lot: but the
exercise benefited him.
A neutral merchant passing by one day recognized him,
and ransomed him for thirty silver dirhams. Taking him
home he treated him kindly and bestowed his daughter
Now Nasrudin lived a life of fair comfort, but the woman
turned out to be a shrew.
‘You are the man, remember,’ she said one day, ‘ that my
father bought for thirty dirhams and gave to me.’
‘Yes,’ said Nasrudin, ‘I am that man. He paid thirty for me,
you got me for nothing — and i have even lost the muscles I
gained digging ditches.’