One day during Ramadan, Mullah Nasruddin
was taking it easy in the shade of a walnut tree.
After a time, he started eying speculatively the huge pumpkins growing on vines and the small walnuts growing on a majestic tree.
‘Sometimes I just can’t understand the ways of God!’ he mused. ‘Just fancy letting tiny walnuts grow on so majestic a tree and huge pumpkins on the delicate vines!’
Just then a walnut snapped off and fell smack on Mullah Nasruddin’s bald head. He got up at once and lifting up his hands and face to heavens in supplication, said, ‘Oh, my God! Forgive my questioning your ways! You are all-wise. Where would I have been now, if pumpkins grew on trees!’
(There are lots of stories about Mullah Nasruddin )