Nasrudin, standing utterly absorbed in the market square, was reciting an ode:
‘O my beloved!
My whole inner being is so suffused with Thee
That whatever presents itself to my sight
Appears to be Thou!’
A hag shouted:
‘And what if a fool should come into your range of vision?’
Without pausing, as if it were a refrain, the Mulla carried on:
‘… It appears to be Thou!’
Somehow I feel Mulla has the humour of my father
He would say something similar to my mother – LOL
My mother would have gotten something of the sort too!