Three Turban Ahmadinejad Mullah Nasrudin couldn’t wait to tell his wife about his good luck at the Bazaar. —Douglas Gilbert
“But you were gone a long time and you’ve brought nothing back,” she said
“I discovered a new game at the Bazaar called “Three Turban Dinejad”
“What happened,”she said, “you have nothing.What’s this game?”
Mullah Nasrudin said, “One guesses.There are three turbans. Under one is 40 million ballots.”
“You saw this? How is it possible to fit 40 million ballots under one turban?”
“Well,” said Nasrudin, “they’ve been shrunk into mica & quartz chips — looks like sand.”
“You have to guess under which turban is a pile of sand?” Nasrudin’s wife said.
“Yes,” said Mullah Nasrudin, “and I guessed correctly and won a prize.”
Mullah Nasrudin’s wife was excited, “What’s the prize?”
“It’s a camel,” said Mullah Nasrudin.
The Mullah’s wife was puzzled. “Where is it?”
Mullah Nasrudin said, “It’s under my turban.”
Poetry by Douglas Gilbert