Mullah Nasruddin was in town for some business. He had to stay overnight, so he found a cheap old inn. At night, as the Mullah was trying to sleep, a heavy rain storm started. The old inn was shaking and creaking all over. The noise of the storm mixed with the noise of the squeaking wood and trembling windows was so loud that the Mullah was afraid that the worn-out dwelling was going to tumble down, or else the roof was going to cave in. He brought his concerns to the attention of the innkeeper. The innkeeper was an impish man. He immediately came up with a reassurance that he thought the Mullah could not challenge.
`Mullah Nasruddin, no need to worry. The house is chanting the ninety-nine names of Allah. All this praying and praising makes it tremble with devotion.'
`That's exactly what I am worried about.' the Mullah said, `It is so devoutly praying that pretty soon it will want to go down on the ground and prostrate!'
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