The Pumpkins




Nasserdine had spent the whole day harvesting his pumpkins. He decided to take a nap under a tree. After all, he deserved a little rest after all this heavy work.
His body was at rest, but, his mind did not relax. Looking up into the mighty tree he considered the greatness and wisdom of the Creator.

“He is great and good,” said the Hodja, “but was it indeed wise that such a great tree as this be created to bear only tiny walnuts as fruit? Behold the stout stem and strong limbs. They could easily carry the pumpkins that grow from spindly vines in yonder field, vines that cannot begin to bear the weight of their own fruit. Should not walnuts grow on weakly vines and pumpkins on sturdy trees?”

So thinking, the Hodja dosed off, only to be awakened by a walnut that fell from the tree, striking him on his forehead.

“The Creator be praised!” he exclaimed, seeing what had happened. “If the world had been created according to my meager wisdom, it would have been a pumpkin that fell from the tree and hit me on the head. It would have killed me for sure!”

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