One hot day, the Nasserudin was relaxing in the shade of a walnut tree. He looked about him and noticed great pumkins growing on fragile vines and small walnuts growing on the tree.
"Sometimes I don't understand the ways of Allah!" he said. "Why does he let small walnuts grow on so large a tree and at the same time have huge pumkins on the delicate vines!"
A gust of wind suddenly appeared causing a walnut to fall from the tree and land on the Mullah's bare head.
He leaped up from his rest. Raising his hands and face to Allah he cried:
"Oh, my God! Forgive my questioning your ways! You are all-wise. Where would I have been now, if pumpkins grew on trees!"
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