A TALE FROM NASRUDDIN HOCA

A man was walking home late one night when he saw Mullah Nasruddin on his knees, searching under a street light for something on the ground.

“Mullah, what have you lost?” he asked.

“The key to my house,” Nasrudin said.

“I’ll help you look,” the man said.

Soon, both men were down on their knees, looking for the key.

After some time, the man asked: “Where exactly did you drop it?”

Nasruddin waved his arm back towards the darkness. “Over there, in my

house.”

The man jumped up. “Then why are you looking for it here?”

“Because there is more light here than inside my house.”

Source: Tales of Nasruddin Hoca