The rain was pelting down. Aga Akil (wise guy), the most sanctimonious man in town, was running for shelter. ‘How dare you flee from God’s bounty,’ thundered Nasrudin at him, ‘the liquid from Heaven? As a devout man, you should know that rain is a blessing for all creation.’
The Aga was anxious to maintain his reputation. ‘I had not thought of it in that way,’ he muttered, and slackening his pace he arrived home soaked through. Of course he caught a chill.
Soon afterwards, as he sat wrapped in blankets at his window, he espied Nasrudin pelting through the rain, and challenged him: ‘Why are you running away from divine blessings, Nasrudin? How dare you spurn the blessing which it contains?’
‘Ah,’ said Nasrudin, ‘you don’t seem to realise that I do not want to defile it with my feet.’
