The Light

Late one night, Nasreddine Hodja was down in the street wandering around under a streetlight, staring at the ground. One of his neighbours, who was returning home late after a party, stopped and asked him, "Nasreddine, what are you doing out here in the street so late?" "I've lost my house key," replied Nasreddine. "Don't worry", said his neighbour, "I'll help you look for it."

So his neighbour began to help look for Nasreddine's lost house key. They looked everywhere: under rocks, under dead leaves, in the dust, in the gutter and so on, but all in vain. The house key was no where to be found.

"Tell me, Nasreddine, are you sure you lost your key here?" "No, I lost it in the other street over there," said Nasreddine. "Then why is it that you're looking for them here??" asked the neighbour, somewhat exasperated. "Because", replied Nasreddine, "it's dark in the other street and here there's light."

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