By: Fayzullayeva Munisa Fozil
A young man asked Khoja Nasriddin for a rope. The master came in and said that the women had sprinkled flour on the rope since it was not empty, and the young man was surprised and asked, “Sir, what kind of rope is sprinkled with flour?” What kind of way is this?
Khoja said, “I didn’t have the heart to give, he sprinkled flour on the threat”.
One day, Khoja locked his chickens in a cage and was going to Akshahar, Sivrihisar. I then released the animals so they wouldn’t die in the heat. With that they were freed and scattered in all directions. All the chickens ran away. Khoja took a stick in his hand and put his chicken in front of him and started chasing the chickens.
The Khoja was sent to Kurdistan through the embassy “ Kurdish gentlemen gave the Khoja a big feast with great compliments. The Khoja was also dressed in a beautiful yellow turban and fur, and behind his mullah, he was properly prepared for the party. He turnet into a frenzy from the suggestion and individual thoughts that countradicted his character. He was bored and yawned in the hall and said, “Shame on you, teacher”.
Khoja Effendi goes to a party in old clothes and no one looks at him. Khoja quickly ran to his house, put on his wonderful clothes and furs, and became as usual. They take the Khoja from the door with honor and respect and point to the main table and say, “ Here is the Khoja Efendi”. The owner hands his fur to the dining area and says, “Here is my fur”. People asked what Khoja Efendi was saying, because the fur is a divine blessing, he should order it.
I am Fayzullayeva, daughter of Munisa Fozil, I was born on July 7, 2004 in Shakhrisabz district of Kashkadarya region. I am currenty studying at Chirchik State Pedagogical University