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[BirKibrisli]

Hoca for President ...............

A man brought a letter to the Hoca:
- Hoca, could you read this letter?
Hoca looked at the letter which was all in arabic. He was unable to read and gave it back to the man.
- Take this to someone else, i can't read it said the Hoca.
- How come? you are wearing the turban of a learned man yet you can't read a letter...
The Hoca took off his turban and placed it in front of the man
- Ok, if it is the turban's skill, put it on and read the letter yourself!

A similar one to this....

Someone came and asked Hoca to write him a petition to the Sultan...
"Sorry," Hoca said," I don't have the time to go to Istanbul now".
But I am not asking you to go anywhere,said the puzzled man,Just to write me a petition..."You obviously have not seen my handwriting,"said Hoca, "the Sultan will have to summon me to read it to him..."

HOCA FOR PRESIDENT....

[denizaksulu]

This is my favourite HODJA story. By the end I might find a relationship with the Cyppob. Please be patient, I am known as a joke killer. (the only thing I've killed mind you)

Here goes: One day the Hodja is on a tree cutting firewood. He is cutting the branch he is actually sitting on. Another villager walking by tells him that he will fall down when the branch is cut. Hodja ignores the warning and finally he comes crashing down.
By God he says , this man knew I was going to fall down, surely he will know when I will die. He then runs after him and begs to be told when he will die. The villager replies"dont be silly, only God almighty knows". Hodja is still insistent, says "you certainly told me that I was going to fall, and by God I did". The villager, in order to get rid of the Hodja said "you will walk 200 paces and then you will die". Hearing this the Hodja walked solemnly, reciting the El Fatiha, began counting. 1,2,.......199 and stopped. He thought "now I am going to die, I might as well lie down by the road side and die and in the morning when they find me they will bury me" etc.

That night Hodjas wife is asking her neighbours if they had seen her husband after he failed to return home. Nobody had seen him and organise a search party. Eventually they find him by the side of the road absolutely cold from the morning dew. The lamenting begins. They place him in the coffin and proceed towards the cemetery. On the way they arrive at a road junction where a dispute begins as to which was the shortest and best route. The Hodja then wakes up on hearing this loud dispute, pushes the lid open and shouts, "When I was alive, I used to take the road on the right". Every body drops the coffin and runs away.


Yes, the moral of this story is.....well its obvious as daylight!

[denizaksulu]

I see that the Cyprus Problem has turned in to a joke!

[Rain]

If Cyprus problem is not a Joke and we are not the Jokers then what is it?

[denizaksulu]

We need the light relief after reading the "Big Guns" relentless broadsides.
Some of us think of the Annan plan as dead, but we could still use the knowledge from it!
Regards
DA