Friends in High Places

Nasrudin was returning home from market with a cartload of goods. The road was in such poor condition and the sacks on the cart so heavy that the donkey collapsed with fatigue. The Mulla started to curse the animal and then to beat it with a stick.

‘I order you to get up! My supper is getting cold at home!’

The Queen, who happened to be looking out of the palace window, called down to the street: ‘Stop beating that animal at once. Can’t you see it is exhausted?’

‘Excuse me!’ Nasrudin whispered, patting the beast, ‘I had no idea that you were a close friend of the Queen.’

The World of Nasrudin Idries Shah, Octagon Press

Golestan Palace

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