Our Daily Gem

Credits:  Aaron Zerah; A to Z Spirit Publishing


The Mullah Nasruddin brought his students to the fair so that they could watch him compete in
the archery contest. Before his first shot, the Mullah fixed his cap military style and, assuming a
soldier’s posture, drew the bow and fired. The arrow missed the target completely, and the crowd
roared with derisive laughter.
Then he picked up the bow again, this time with little strength, and shot the second arrow. It flew
straight, but landed far short of the mark. Again, the onlookers guffawed. For the last of his three
allotted shots, Nasruddin nonchalantly turned to face the target, aimed, and let fly. It was a
perfect bull’s-eye.
The crowd went wild, then fell into a stunned silence. Nasruddin chose the moment to take his
prize and indifferently started to walk on. But his students and the astonished throng demanded
an explanation. Nasruddin complied and told them, “For the first shot, I was identified with a
soldier, face-to-face with the enemy. Fear made the arrow miss. With the second shot, I became
like the man who, having failed miserably with the first shot, was so anxious and eager he could
not concentrate. He simply had no power.”

“And the third shot?” inquired a brave soul. “Who fired that one?” “That? Oh, that was me.”-