Mulla Nasrudin was visited by a boyhood
friend whom he had not seen for years. The man told him a long story of
misfortune: bankruptcy, death of wife and children, personal illness. He ended
by asking for a loan.
The Mulla called his son and a big,
athletic-type walked in. "Son," said Nasrudin, "THROW THIS POOR
FELLOW DOWNSTAIRS; HE IS BREAKING MY HEART."
