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A Soup Story..!
An old friend of Nasruddin once came visiting and brought along a big chicken. Mullah's wife cooked the chicken and they enjoyed the feast for dinner. The next morning, they had delicious chicken soup that Mullah's wife prepared. The friend enjoyed his short stay with Mullah.
The next day when he was leaving, Mullah returned his friend's profuse thanks by thanking the latter for bringing the big chicken along.
An hour after his friend had left Mullah heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door, a man introduced himself and quickly entered: " I am a friend of your friend who brought you that big chicken!"
Reluctant to insult the friend of a friend, Mullah invited the man inside and asked him to stay back for lunch. They had some lovely chicken stew for lunch, which the man also enjoyed. Having eaten like a glutton, the man left thanking Mullah profusely for the tasty chicken.
A couple of hours later, there was a knock on the door and Mullah beheld another stranger before him. "I am the friend of your friend's friend," the man smiled.
Again, not wanting to turn away the friend of a friend's friend, Mullah invited him inside and asked him to stay back for dinner. The man accepted hurriedly. He too feasted on some delicious chicken stew and left smacking his lips some time later.
Barely had the man left, there was another knock and another stranger at the door! The friend-of-a-friend story all because of a chicken was now getting Mullah's goat! "My house has been turned into an eating house!" Mullah muttered to himself as he permitted the man to enter.
The next day too there was no respite as another man entered with the same tale: "I am a friend of the friend of the friend of the friend of the friend who had come here with a huge chicken!"
Mullah smiled weakly and asked the man to come right in and have a meal. The man entered hurriedly, smacking his lips in anticipation of a tasty chicken meal. A few minutes later, a bowl of soup was placed before him. Just one sip told the man that this 'soup' was nothing but boiled water.
" This is nothing but boiled water!" the man protested angrily.
" Not at all!" Mullah smiled wickedly. " This is the soup of the soup of the soup of the soup of the soup of the soup of the chicken!"
Moral of the story:
When people take advantage of your generosity and hospitality, do not turn them away rudely. Instead, invite them in and serve them a lesson they will never forget for a long time to come - just as Mullah did by serving the soup of the soup of the soup . . .
The next day when he was leaving, Mullah returned his friend's profuse thanks by thanking the latter for bringing the big chicken along.
An hour after his friend had left Mullah heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door, a man introduced himself and quickly entered: " I am a friend of your friend who brought you that big chicken!"
Reluctant to insult the friend of a friend, Mullah invited the man inside and asked him to stay back for lunch. They had some lovely chicken stew for lunch, which the man also enjoyed. Having eaten like a glutton, the man left thanking Mullah profusely for the tasty chicken.
A couple of hours later, there was a knock on the door and Mullah beheld another stranger before him. "I am the friend of your friend's friend," the man smiled.
Again, not wanting to turn away the friend of a friend's friend, Mullah invited him inside and asked him to stay back for dinner. The man accepted hurriedly. He too feasted on some delicious chicken stew and left smacking his lips some time later.
Barely had the man left, there was another knock and another stranger at the door! The friend-of-a-friend story all because of a chicken was now getting Mullah's goat! "My house has been turned into an eating house!" Mullah muttered to himself as he permitted the man to enter.
The next day too there was no respite as another man entered with the same tale: "I am a friend of the friend of the friend of the friend of the friend who had come here with a huge chicken!"
Mullah smiled weakly and asked the man to come right in and have a meal. The man entered hurriedly, smacking his lips in anticipation of a tasty chicken meal. A few minutes later, a bowl of soup was placed before him. Just one sip told the man that this 'soup' was nothing but boiled water.
" This is nothing but boiled water!" the man protested angrily.
" Not at all!" Mullah smiled wickedly. " This is the soup of the soup of the soup of the soup of the soup of the soup of the chicken!"
Moral of the story:
When people take advantage of your generosity and hospitality, do not turn them away rudely. Instead, invite them in and serve them a lesson they will never forget for a long time to come - just as Mullah did by serving the soup of the soup of the soup . . .
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