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A tale of Mullah Nasruddin

One afternoon, Nasruddin and his friend were sitting in a cafe,
drinking tea and talking about life and love. His friend asked;
"Why have you never married?"

"Well," said Nasruddin, "honestly, I spent my youth
looking for the perfect woman. In Cairo I met a beautiful and
intelligent woman, but she was unkind.

'Then in Baghdad, I met a woman who was a wonderful and generous soul,
but we had no common interests.

'One woman after another would seem just right, but there would always
be something missing. Then one day, I met her: beautiful, intelligent,
generous and kind. We had very much in common. In fact, she was
perfect!"

"So, what happened?" Asked Nasruddin's friend, confused, and filled with aniticipation. "Why didn't you marry her?"

Nasruddin sipped his tea reflectively.

"Well," he replied, "It's really the sad story of my life," as he sipped his tea, slowly and confidently. "It seemed that she was looking for the perfect man."


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I told that story to my father the other day, as we were sitting at the dinner table. He looked up from his bowl, with the most earnest eyes I had ever seen, and said "You know, that's how it happened with your mother."

Now, this wouldn't have effected me as much as it did had I not known that my mother and father were still together, and in fact, were living in the same house. As confusing as this may be for the rest of you, I'll explain.

Imagine that two people, who have conceived two children. . . living in the same house. . . .who haven't slept in the same bedroom since 1989. Yeahp, that would be the dynamic between my parents.

So my dad and I continued conversation, as my mom sat in the living room and watched "American Idol." And really, that right there should tell you who I relate more to.

So my mom gets up to wash her bowl, and I mention, off handedly. . . "Dad said something really nice about you."

And she groaned, that same groan that comes with every mention of my father. "No, really, it was really nice. You should have heard it," I reiterated.

And she walked away.










Is my life destined to be so apathetic? Good lord, I hope not. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .