Little long, but worth reading: 
The Pope decided that all the Pakistanis had to leave Italy. Naturally there was a big uproar from the Pakistani community, so the Pope made a deal. He would have a debate with a member of the Pakistani community. If the Pakistani won, the Pakistanis could stay. If the Pope won, the Pakistanis would leave.
The Pakistanis realized that they had no choice. So they picked a guy named Bala to represent them. Since Bala’s Italian wasn’t that great, he asked for one addition to the debate. He asked that neither side would be allowed to talk, and they would only use signs. The Pope agreed.
The day of the great debate came. Bala and the Pope sat opposite each other for a full minute before the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers. Bala thought for a moment, then looked back at him and raised one finger.
Then the Pope waved his fingers in a circle around his head. In response, Bala pointed to the ground where he sat.
The Pope then pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine. Bala pulled out an apple from his pocket.
The Pope stood up and said, “I give up. This man is too good. The Pakistanis can stay.”
Few minutes later, the cardinals were all around the Pope asking him what had happened. The Pope said, "First I held up three fingers to represent the trinity. He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that there was still one God common to all religions.
Then I waved my finger around me to show him that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground and showing that God was also right here with us.
Then I pulled out the wine and wafer to show that God absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me of original sin. He had an answer for everything. What could I do?"
Meanwhile, the Pakistani community had crowded around Bala. “What happened?” they asked. “Well” said Bala, "First he said to me that the Pakistanis had three days to get out of here. I told him that not one of us was leaving.
Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of Pakistanis, so I told him that we were staying right here."
“Good, good…but what about the last question???” asked the crowd. “What last question?”, said Bala, “Then he took out his lunch, and I took out mine!”
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where is my thanksaansuon sey crying
