It was night time. The Mullah was on his knees searching for something under a lamp post in the street. His friend Parviz came along. “What are you doing Nasruddin?” “Looking for my keys Parv.” “OK, I’ll help you then.” They carried on looking for a while, then Parviz said, “Are you sure you dropped them here?’ “Oh, no Parv, I dropped them in the middle of the street but there’s no light for looking there.”
Benny Thompson has lots of Nasruddin tales…