Mulla Nasrudin was walking past a well when he had the impulse to look into it. It was night, and as he peered into the deep water he saw the moon's reflection there.
I must save the moon! the Mulla thought. Otherwise she will never wane and the fasting month of Ramadan will never come to an end.
He found a rope, threw it in and called down: Hold tight! Keep bright, succour is at hand!
The rope caught in a rock inside the well and Nasrudin heaved as hard as he could. Straining back he suddenly felt the rope give way as it became loose and he was thrown on his back.
As he lay there panting he saw the moon riding on the sky above.
Glad to be of service, said Nasrudin. Just as well I came along, wasn't it?
I must save the moon! the Mulla thought. Otherwise she will never wane and the fasting month of Ramadan will never come to an end.
He found a rope, threw it in and called down: Hold tight! Keep bright, succour is at hand!
The rope caught in a rock inside the well and Nasrudin heaved as hard as he could. Straining back he suddenly felt the rope give way as it became loose and he was thrown on his back.
As he lay there panting he saw the moon riding on the sky above.
Glad to be of service, said Nasrudin. Just as well I came along, wasn't it?
Man adds everything to his ego - while everything goes on without him. He is nothing, but he thinks himself everything.
