Mullah Nasruddin was walking down a street when he bumps into Yusef Islam, a convert to Islam.
“Salam-Alaikum brother Yusuf!” Mullah Nasruddin said excitedly.
“Alaikum-salam, brother!” replied Yusuf.
“I have this question I have been wanting to ask you for a LONG LONG time, and now, since you are here, may I ask it?”
“Go ahead, brother, you may.” replied Yusuf.
“When you became a Muslim, did you cry?”
“Indeed I did.” replied Yusuf.
“ME TOO! ME TOO!” exclaimed Mullah Nasruddin excitedly.
“When did you become Muslim?” asked Yusuf curiously.
“When I was born!” Mullah Nasruddin replied proudly.
What happens when we’re dead? The irony is that all our questions will be answered after we die. We spend our whole life trying to figure out the truth and the only way we’ll find out what it is, is to get hit by a bus. And the only comfort that religion offers is that God is driving that bus.
All racists who are prepared to die for their contry, please do that now.
