The quilt is gone, the dispute is ended
Nasreddin Hodja was awakened in the middle of the night by the cries of two quarreling men in front of his house. Hodja waited for a while but they continued to dispute with each other. Hodja couldn't sleep, wrapping his quilt tightly around his shoulders, he rushed outside to separate the men who had come to blows. But when he tried to reason with them, one of them snatched the quilt off Hodja's shoulders and then the both of men ran away. Hodja, very weary and perplexed, returned to his house.
- What was the quarrel about? wondered his wife when Hodja came in.
- It must be our quilt, replied Hodja. The quilt is gone, the dispute is ended.

Nine months journey in seven days
The Hodja's first wife had recently died. The state of single blessedness was not to Hodja's taste. So he decided to marry again. With some help from his neighbours he had no difficulty in finding a suitable widow.
Exactly seven days after the wedding the woman gave birth to a baby. Hodja immediately ran to the market, bought some paper, pencils, books and on his return put these objects beside the newborn baby. His wife seemed surprised and asked :
- But Effendi, surely the baby won't have any use for these things for a long time yet! Why the hurry?
- You are mistaken my dear, replied Hodja. A baby that arrives in seven days instead of nine months, is sure to need these things in a couple of weeks at most.

Beauty unveiled
One day Hodja was tired to be a widower, so he met a widow woman with an arrangetment of his neighbours. According to social rules existing during Hodja's day, brides didn't show themselves to their future husbands prior to marriage. Hodja and the woman talked with each other a while and they decided to get married. The woman behind black veil had a beatiful and young sound but unfortunatelly, she was both old and ugly.
On Hodja's wedding day, his wife unveiled her face to him and asked,
- Tell me, which of your relatives and friends can I see without covering my face?
- Show your face to whomever you want; so long as you don't show it to me! Hodja replied.

Wandering so much
Neigbors were worried about Hodja's beatiful wife
- Hodja, your wife visiting her young friends and wandering around all day in the village.
- I don't think so! replied Hodja, If she was wandering around so much, I am sure she would stop by our house too.

Everyone who sees the light
Hodja's wife was pregnant. One night, her labor pains started and Hodja called the neighbours and the midwife. Soon they called out from his wife's room and said,
- Hodja! You have a son! He was very happy. A few minutes later the midwife called out again,
- Hodja! You also have a girl. After a little while, she called out again, - Hodja! You have another girl! Hodja, who had been waiting in front of his wife's room, rushed into the room and bleww off the candle.
- What are you doing? asked the surprised women.
- Well! Everyone who sees the light wants to come out. What else can I do? he answered.

Trickster wife and hot soup
Nasreddin Hodja's wife wanted to play a trick on her husband. So when he came home one night tired and hungry, she put a bowl of scalding hot soup on the table. But forgetting the soup was hot, she swallowed a spoonful of it; immediately tears rolled from her eyes. Seeing his wife crying without any reason, Hodja asked,
- What came over you?
Hodja's wife, drying the tears with her husband, answered,
- I remembered my poor mother. She was so fond of this soup. It was she who taught me how to make it.
Hodja knew his mother-in-law and had much respect forher. So he didn't say anything, took a spoonful of the soup and swallowed it. Of course, his eyes also filled with tears.
- What's wrong with you? his wife asked. Why are you also crying?
- I am crying said Hodja, because it is you who should have died instead of your unfortunate mother.

Sour look
One evening Nasreddin Hodja returned home tired and out of sorts, longing for something to cheer him up, only to find that his wife wore the usual scowl on her face.
- What's wrong now? Hodja cried. It is my reward for toiling from morning till evening for your sake that you meet me with a face like that?
- Oh! Our neighbor's little boy died she said. I went there to take part in the praying. I've just come back.
- I remember the same sour look on your face, Hodja retorted, when you came back from weddings, too.

When Azrail (The Angel of Death) comes
Once Hodja was seriously ill, with his last breath he lay in his bed at home. His wife was very concerned and came to his bed crying. When Hodja saw her crying, he said to her,
- Why are you crying my dear? Go put on your best clothes, do your hair nicely, put some color on your face and smile.
- But why? she asked. Hodja, I can't do that, not while you're in pain!
Hodja smiled at her and said,
- My dear, I want you to do it. If Azrail (The Angel of Death) comes, he will see how beatiful you are in these fine clothes, looking like an angel or a peacock, he might take you along instead of me and leave me here.

If Allah is willing
Hodja was determined to be decisive and efficient. one day he told his wife he would plow his largest field on the far side of the river and be back for a big dinner. She urged him to say, "If Allah is willing."
He told her whether Allah was willing or not, that was his plan. The frightened wife looked up to Allah and asked forgiveness.
Hodja loaded his wooden plow, hitched up the oxen to the wagon, climbed on his donkey, and set off.
But within the short span of a day the river flooded from a cloudburst and washed his donkey downstream, and one of the oxen broke a leg in the mud, leaving Hodja to hitch himself in its place to plow the field.
Having finished only half the field, at the sunset he set out for home exhausted and soaking wet. The river was still high so he had to wait until long past dark to cross over.
After midnight a very wet but much wiser Hodja knocked at his door.
- Who is there Asked his wife.
- I think it is me, Hodja, he replied, if Allah is willing!

Let the thief be
That was the time Nasreddin Hodja's family was very poor.
One day Hodja's wife woke him in the middle of the night and wispered,
- Hodja, There is a thief in the kitchen!
- Shhh... Stupid woman! replied Hodja. Let him be. Maybe he find something then we seize it!

Didn't we move?
One day a thief robed Hodja's house and removed everything he had. Hodja who was watching him secretly, packed a few things he left and followed him. They arrived at the thief's house. He saw Hodja behind him, just when he was about to open the door. He got angry:
- What are you doing in my house, man? asked the thief.
- Why are you surprised? replied Hodja Didn't we move to this house?