A33 I Have Died
Yulia Davudi of ⁺Hassar ⁺Baba-čanga in Sydney, Australia
One day the mullah, mullah Nasradin, comes along the road. The donkey kicks out and the mullah falls from the donkey. He remains there and does not get up. He says ‘I have now died, but there is nobody to come and get me up from the ground. There is nobody to think about me.’ He says ‘I shall get up and run and tell my wife.’ He gets up from there, runs and comes and says to his wife ‘Wife, oh woe, your husband has died. Have you not had news?’ ‘Where has he died?’ ‘In such-and-such a place. Come yourself, I’ll show where he is.’ The mullah goes and lies down again there. The wife comes, weeps and shouts. She says ‘The mullah has nobody. The mullah my husband has died.’ He says ‘From where have you learnt that your husband has died?’ She says ‘He himself, such a poor wretch, came and told me that he has died and that he has nobody to go and take him and bury him.’