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Nesreddin Hoca Stories
« on: January 08, 2017, 10:28:13 AM »
I have posted about this before - but that was many years ago and there are plenty of new members since then. If you haven't come across these little tales before then you are in for a treat. Hoca (English Hodja) refers to a teacher or religious man; a man of education who may serve in a number of local posts such as imam or magistrate. The traditional Turkish tales of Nesreddin Hoca are wonderful, very short, stories of one such figure; one with a highly mischievous turn of mind and a twisted, but not entirely serious, logic applied to everyday matters. I have picked a couple of my favourites to demonstrate these the style of these tales.

On The Roof

Nasreddin Hodja's old house had a leaking roof. One day the Hodja decided to fix it. He borrowed a ladder and with great difficulty climbed up to the roof. Just as he was setting off to work, he heard a knock on the door. He looked down from the edge of the roof and saw a stranger in front of his door.
  `I am up here.' Hodja shouted. When the man looked up, `What is it that you want?' he asked him.
 `Please come down,' replied the man, `I have something to say to you.'
 Hodja precariously descended down the old ladder. Once on the ground he again asked the man what he wanted.
 `Alms,' said the man, `could you spare some alms.'
 Hodja thought for a second and then told the man to come up to the roof with him. Hodja in front, the beggar behind him, both running short on breath, climbed up the ladder. Once on the roof top, Hodja turned to the man and said: `I don't have any.'

The Slap
One day Nasreddin Hodja was walking on the street, when a total stranger came up to him and slapped him on the back of his neck. The Hodja demanded some kind of rectification. But the man was unapologetic. He had thought the Hodja was a good friend of his, whom he was accustomed to greeting with such gesture.
 `It is not an incidence of great significance, Effendi,' he said to the Hodja, `I thought you were my friend, I shouldn't be paying for such a small mistake.' Nasreddin Hodja was not convinced. He was wronged and he had to receive the damages. Since the discussion was going nowhere, they decided to consult the kadi. However, unbeknownst to the Hodja, the man and the kadi were friends.
 The kadi listened to them both, and although it looked like the Hodja was right, he was still determined to get his friend out of this without having to pay a penalty.
 `Hodja Effendi is right,' the kadi said, winking to his friend, `you have to pay him a gold coin.' The friend, reassured with kadi's wink, said that he didn't have a gold coin on him but if they waited a few minutes, he would go and get it. Kadi allowed him to go fetch the money and Nasreddin Hodja started to wait. After waiting quite a while, and recalling the familiarity between the kadi and the man, the Hodja figured out that he was tricked and that the man was never going to come back. He approached the kadi and startled him with a forceful slap on the back of his neck.
 `Hodja Effendi, what did you do that for?' the kadi said in pain.
 `Kadi Effendi, I am a little late for my errands, I can't wait any longer. When the man comes back, you take the gold coin!'

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