Nasreddin Hodja was lying in the shade of an ancient walnut tree. <>
His body was at rest, but, befitting his calling as an imam, his mind did not relax. <>
Looking up into the mighty tree he considered the greatness and wisdom of Allah.<>
“Allah is great and Allah is 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.<>
“Allah 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! <>
Allah is great! Allah is good! Allah is wise!”<>
Never again did Nasreddin Hodja question the wisdom of Allah.<>
