Or The Horse May Talk
My job, as lovely as it is, will in no way provide enough income for us to retire now.
And by this time next year we'll have not one but two children in college. It's an interesting time to be middle-aged, interesting ala the Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting times. She kept house, and did an inordinate amount of volunteer work all her life. I wanted to live a life like hers, and to an extent, I have. I gave up a lucrative career to stay at home and raise my children. Oh, I've always done some part-time work or another all along, mostly computer related. But never full time, and never outside the house.
So for me to try to re-enter the workplace now, in the midst of the worst recession in decades, is not particularly viable. But I've tried, applied for jobs I know I could do well, at a salary far, far below what I ever made even 25 years ago. But so far have found nothing. An old expression I've always believed in is "Do what you love, and the money will follow. I'd like to keep doing it. But will I be able to? It's not like we haven't dealt with this sort of thing before, sadly. In , when the economy tanked and businesses were pulling back, my husband was told the giant print facility he was to build and run wasn't going to happen, and the company he worked for then let him go.
Prior to that, a paper he worked for brought in a new publisher who systematically fired every single middle manager she had, J included, for no good reason other than she could. So it's a situation we've been in before, and have made it though. And each time what came after was always better than what had been before: So I have faith that the same thing will hold true this time. It's just the "getting through" it all that can be stressful. In times like these, I am reminded of a story my family told when we were growing up, often enough so that the tagline has become enough to bring the whole thing home.
He may be overthrown by another faction, and again, it is traditional for prisoners to be released at such a time. Or the horse may die, in which case the Sultan will be obliged to release me. After the Emir had completed reciting the poem, he asked Juha for his opinion. Oblivious, the Emir said, "Of course, that's why I brought you here!
Obviously angered, the Emir called out "Guards! Put this man in prison. Shortly after Juha had completed his sentence, the Emir called upon him to attend a recital of another poem. When the Emir finished reciting, Juha immediately rose to his feet and started for the door. At the gate a guard stopped him and asked his purpose in wishing to enter and warned him that a lie would result in his being hanged. Would you help me search them? I know I had them when I left the tea house.
So, he helps Nasreddin with the search for the keys. For quite a while the man is searching here and there but no keys are to be found. He looks over to Nasreddin and finds him searching only a small area around a street lamp. From Wikibooks, open books for an open world. There is 1 pending change awaiting review. Nasrudin returned to his village from the imperial capital, and the villagers gathered around to hear what had passed.
The remaining villager asked, "What did the King say to you? Timur's armies were plundering the entire Central Asia and the rumors were that Timur was heading for Mullah's village. Hearing this, Mullah in his Friday sermon called for a collective prayer.
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All villagers said Amen loudly. A man stood up from among the worshipers and asked, "Have you ever seen Timur? Mullah replied, "No, and I have not seen you before either". The man said, "You are right, because I am Timur". Timur laughed his heart out and pardoned Mullah and gave an elephant as his gift to the village. The villagers soon discovered that the elephant ate a lot of their crop and was of no use. However they could not kill or sell the gift of Timur out of fear of his wrath. They all blamed Mullah and demanded he returned the gift. Is my gift no good to you? I was wondering if you can provide him with the company of a female elephant".
While on a trip to another village, Nasrudin lost his favorite copy of the mystical book. Several weeks later, a goat walked up to Nasrudin, carrying the book in its mouth. The dervish Nasrudin entered a formal reception area and seated himself at the foremost elegant chair.
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So you are a minister, perhaps? So you must be the King himself, sir," said the Chief sarcastically. Are you higher than the King?! Nobody is higher than the King in this village! When Timur was visiting the town, he called upon the local celebrity, Mulla Nasrudin. A judge in a village court had gone on vacation. Nasrudin was asked to be temporary judge for a day. Nasrudin sat on the Judge's chair with a serious face, gazing around the public and ordered the first case be brought-up for hearing. Mullah Nasruddin frequented a local hamam which had a large dome with an acoustic very flattering to the voice, and he would often spend long hours singing in the bath, delighting in the sound of his own voice.
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A neighbor comes to Nasreddin Hoja. Once a renowned philosopher and moralist was traveling through Nasruddin's village and asked Nasruddin where there was a good place to eat. Nasruddin suggested a place and the scholar, hungry for conversation, invited Mullah Nasruddin to join him. Much obliged, Mullah Nasruddin accompanied the scholar to a nearby restaurant, where they asked the waiter about the special of the day. Mullah Nasruddin listened to the philosopher's extempore lecture patiently, and when he had finally exhausted his resources, Mullah Nasruddin said, "Well, Sir, what would you have done?
Nasrudin is asked by an official passing through: Two children found a bag containing twelve marbles. They argued over how to divide the toys and finally went to see the Mulla. When asked to settle their disagreement, the Mulla asked whether the children wanted him to divide the marbles as a human would or as Allah would.
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The children replied, "We want it to be fair. Divide the marbles as Allah would. Nasrudin is with his cronies drinking coffee: It seems that the Master of Mirth and Chief of the Dervishes, Nasrudin, was once called to pontificate on the 'Nature of Allah' in the local mosque. Present were the many Imams and Doctors of the Islamic Law. Out of courtesy and because Nasrudin could not be counted on saying anything worthwhile, these illustrious guests explained and inspired the audience with their eloquence and wisdom. Finally it was Nasrudin's turn to explain 'the Nature of Allah'.
A traveler was passing through town when he came upon a huge funeral procession. Nasrudin was on a corner watching the people pass by. Nasrudin heard that the king sent out a committee incognito, seeking suitable candidates for qazis judges. Nasrudin took to walking around carrying an old fishing net on his shoulder. When the members of the committee reached his village, it drew their attention and they questioned him about it. Shortly afterwards those king's representatives met Nasrudin again and noticed the net was gone.
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Someone has stolen my camel! Finally after the commotion was quietened someone observed, "But Nasrudin, you have no camel. Mulla Nasrudin and his son were riding the donkey to the town market. A group of people passed. Mulla heard them whisper: Look at those two, have they no mercy on the poor animal?
Another group passing by point to them, laughing: They have a donkey and they are walking all the way to the market! Mulla preached on Fridays at the village mosque. One day, having nothing to preach about, he asked the congregation: Mulla was once boasting about his ageless strength. I couldn't move it then and I can't move it now! Nasreddin Hodja was lying in the shade of an ancient walnut tree. His body was at rest, but, befitting his calling as an imam, his mind did not relax.
Looking up into the mighty tree he considered the greatness and wisdom of Allah. He has rearranged nature only to spare my life. One day a fool asked Nasrudin "is God true? I didn't do it," shrugged Nasrudin. One day Nasruddin and his friends decided to play a joke on the people in a village. So Nasruddin drew a crowd, and lied to them about a gold mine in a certain place.
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When everybody ran to get their hands on the gold, Nasruddin started running with them. When asked by his friends why he was following them, he said "So many people believed it, that I think it may be true! Bodhi Nasrudin went to back to study after years of being regarded as a strange teacher of some sort. Is it not strange they cannot agree on the nature of something they eat every day, yet are unanimous that I am a heretic? One day, while Nasreddin was visiting the capital city, the Sultan took offense to a joke that was made at his expense.
He had Nasreddin immediately arrested and imprisoned; accusing him of heresy and sedition. Nasreddin apologized to the Sultan for his joke, and begged for his life; but the Sultan remained obstinate, and in his anger, sentenced Nasreddin to be beheaded the following day. When Nasreddin was brought out the next morning, he addressed the Sultan, saying "Oh Sultan, live forever!
You know me to be a skilled teacher, the greatest in your kingdom. If you will but delay my sentence for one year, I will teach your favorite horse to sing. At some point in time, the Emir got it into his head that he was a poet. After working for many days and nights, he completes the poem, and asks Juha, a noted scholar of poetry, if he would come to the recital.