The blanket

It was after one a.m. on a very cold New Year’s morning. Outside Nasrudin’s bedroom window, two inebriated revellers were arguing loudly. Nasrudin’s wife shook the Mullah and told him to go outside and stop the noise. Half asleep, Nasrudin trudged downstairs, wrapping himself in his blanket to keep warm. Upon reaching the two drunks outside, he attempted to reason with them. One of them grabbed his blanket and both men ran away. Shivering, Nasrudin collapsed back into bed, whereupon his wife asked, “What were they arguing about?” “It must have been the blanket,” muttered the Mullah. “When they took that, they stopped fighting.”


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