<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378</id><updated>2024-09-09T18:46:33.180-04:00</updated><category term="English"/><category term="joke"/><category term="Türkçe"/><category term="fıkra"/><category term="comic"/><category term="karikatür"/><category term="quote"/><category term="video"/><title type='text'>Fıkralar (Jokes)</title><subtitle type='html'>seçme fıkralar (hand-picked random jokes).&#xa;&#xa;Hepsinin hakkı varsa bulana aittir, bana değil.&#xa;Any copyright belongs to their creators, not me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-7588055143069098909</id><published>2022-04-07T15:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2022-04-07T15:06:31.151-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fıkra"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Türkçe"/><title type='text'>Ata binerken</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bir kazazede mahkemeye çıkarılmış. Hakim durumu anlamak için sormuş:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Beyefendi, şimdi şikayetçisiniz ama olay anında yanınıza gelen polis memuruna &#39;gayet iyiyim hiçbir sıkıntım yok&#39; demişsiniz. Bu durumu nasıl açıklayacaksınız?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kazazede başlamış anlatmaya:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Sayın hakim, o gün atıma binmiş gidiyordum. Bu kişinin sürdüğü kamyon hızla gelip bize çaptı. Ben bir yana fırladım, atım diğer yana. Hemen sonra bir polis memuru durumu görüp geldi. Atım çok kötü yara almıştı, anırıp inliyordu. Polis memuru yanına gitti, silahını çıkarıp atımı vurdu. Ardından yanıma gelip, silahı halen elindeyken &#39;Atınız çok kötü yaralıydı, onu vurmak zorunda kaldım. Peki siz nasıl hissediyorsunuz?&#39; diye sordu. Afedersiniz ama, böyle bir durumda, siz nasıl bir yanıt verirdiniz?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/7588055143069098909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2022/04/ata-binerken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/7588055143069098909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/7588055143069098909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2022/04/ata-binerken.html' title='Ata binerken'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-7195686706374386125</id><published>2022-04-07T14:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2022-04-07T14:57:36.346-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fıkra"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Türkçe"/><title type='text'>Yanlış Anlaşılma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Adamın biri Maldivler&#39;de bir otele girip yerleşir. Ortam çok sıcaktır. Odasına yerleşip duşunu aldıktan sonra ertesi gün gelecek olan eşine bir elektronik posta gönderir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ancak e-posta adresini yanlış yazar. E-posta adamın karısı yerine eşi yeni ölmüş bir kadına gider. Kadın e-postayı okuduğu anda bayılıp yere yığılır ve hastaneye yatırılır. Çünkü e-posta şu şekildedir:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Canım karım, yeni ulaştım ve ikimiz için de kayıt yaptırdım. Seni şimdiden çok özledim. Neyse ki yarın senin de buraya gelmen için tüm hazırlıklar tamam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ama dikkat et, burası cehennem sıcağı...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/7195686706374386125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2022/04/yanls-anlaslma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/7195686706374386125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/7195686706374386125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2022/04/yanls-anlaslma.html' title='Yanlış Anlaşılma'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-4644232259743542926</id><published>2022-04-07T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2022-04-07T14:50:01.986-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fıkra"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Türkçe"/><title type='text'>Nasıl Zengin oldum?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ülkenin en zenginlerinden yaşlıca bir iş adamıyla röportaj yaparken gazeteci sorar:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &quot;Efendim, bize bu serveti nasıl oluşturduğunuzu anlatır mısınız?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adam başlar hayat hikayesini özetlemeye:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &quot;Kurtuluş Savaşı&#39;nın yeni bittiği dönemlerde gençtim. Cebimde birkaç kuruştan başka bir şey yoktu. Cebimdeki 5 kuruş ile gittim pazardan bir elma aldım. Elmayı parlattım, 10 kuruşa sattım. Böylece 5 kuruş kar ettim. Ertesi sabah, 10 kuruş karşılığında 2 adet elma aldım. Onları da parlatıp tanesi 10&#39;ar kuruşa sattım. Böyle böyle devam ettim. Bir kasa elma aldım, parlatıp güzel gösterip iki katı fiyata sattım. Çok uzun bir süre bu şekilde devam ettim. Üç ay sonra elimde tam 300 lira para birikmişti. Tam o sırada eşimin eski sadrazam büyük dedesi öldü ve bize 10 milyon lira miras bıraktı...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/4644232259743542926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2022/04/nasl-zengin-oldum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/4644232259743542926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/4644232259743542926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2022/04/nasl-zengin-oldum.html' title='Nasıl Zengin oldum?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-5557180084715524858</id><published>2019-10-27T09:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-10-27T09:39:34.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suyunun Suyu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir gün Nasreddin Hoca&amp;#39;ya konuk gelen bir köylü, birlikte pişirip yeriz diye bir tavşan getirmiş. Birkaç hafta sonra bir adam dayanmış kapıya: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hoca, beni bilir misin?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yok!&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Sana tavşan getiren var ya, işte onun akrabasıyım.&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca adamı konuk etmiş, birlikte yiyip içmişler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Ertesi hafta bir başkası gelmiş: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hoca, beni bilir misin?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Bilemedim!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Sana tavşan getiren var ya, işte onun akrabasının köylüsüyüm.&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca onu da konuk etmiş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Ertesi hafta biri daha: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hoca, beni bilir misin?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Bilmem!&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Sana tavşan getiren var ya, işte onun akrabasının köylüsünün tanıdığıyım.&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca onu da konuk etmiş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Sofraya bir çanak sıcak su ile bir somun ekmek getirip adamın önüne bırakmış. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hoca! Bu nedir?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca çok sakin yanıtlamış: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hani o bana getirilen o tavşan var ya, işte bu o tavşanın suyunun suyunun suyudur...&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/5557180084715524858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/suyunun-suyu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/5557180084715524858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/5557180084715524858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/suyunun-suyu.html' title='Suyunun Suyu'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-8011116899674834992</id><published>2019-10-27T09:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-10-27T09:33:41.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At Biniciliği</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir gün Nasreddin Hoca herkesin kendi biniciliğini göklere çıkardığı bir toplulukta havaya girip başlamış:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&quot;Filan çiftlikteydim. Kahya bir at getirdi. Huysuz, hırçın, ele avuca sığmaz bir hayvan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Köyün babayiğitlerinden biri binmek istedi, yanına yanaştırmadı. Bir başkası üstüne atladı, onu da savurup yere vurdu. Bir başkası geldi, o da binemedi. Baktım ki kimse binemeyecek, ben de o zaman gencim; eteklerimi belime doladım, kollarımı sıvadım, hayvanın yelesinden tutup...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Tam bu sırada adını andığı çiftliğin kahyası girmiş kapıdan içeri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca bir yutkunmuş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Ben de binemedim...&amp;quot; demiş.&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/8011116899674834992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/at-biniciligi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/8011116899674834992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/8011116899674834992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/at-biniciligi.html' title='At Biniciliği'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-6707524995971157031</id><published>2019-10-27T09:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-10-27T09:20:56.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kazan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir gün Nasrettin Hoca komşusunun kazanını ödünç almış, işini görüp geri götürürken de, içine bir tencere koymuş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Komşusu sormuş: &amp;quot;Hoca! Bu tencere nedir?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yavrusu!&amp;quot; demiş Hoca. &amp;quot;Kazanınız doğurdu.&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Adam hiç sesini çıkarmadan, kazanla birlikte tencereyi de alıp koymuş içeri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir süre sonra Hoca yine komşusunun kazanını ödünç almış. Ama üstünden epeyce zaman geçtiği halde, kazan bir türlü geri gelmezmiş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir gün komşusu, &amp;quot;Hoca! Bizim kazan ne oldu? Niye geri getirmezsin?&amp;quot; diye soracak olmuş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca üzgün, &amp;quot;Hiç sorma komşu,&amp;quot; demiş. &amp;quot;Kazan sizlere ömür.&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Aman Hoca! Hiç kazan ölür mü?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca adamın yüzüne hayretle bakmış: &amp;quot;Kazanın doğurduğuna inanıyorsun da, öldüğüne mi inanmıyorsun!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/6707524995971157031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/kazan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/6707524995971157031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/6707524995971157031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/kazan.html' title='Kazan'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-2045860794595200421</id><published>2019-10-27T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2019-10-27T09:14:09.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hırsızın Hiç mi Suçu Yok?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir gece Nasreddin Hoca&amp;#39;nın ahırına girip eşeğini çalmışlar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Ertesi gün çarşıda önüne gelene yana yakıla bu olayı anlatarak dolaşan Hoca&amp;#39;nın çok üzüldüğünü görenler bir takım öğütler vermeye başlamış: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;İyi ama Hoca Efendi, ahırın kapısına sağlam bir kilit takman gerekmez miydi?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;En başta kapıyı sağlam yapmalıydın. Dokunsan kilidiyle birlikte parçalanacak uyduruk tahtadan kapı ne işe yarar?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;İnsan bahçesinin duvarını biraz yüksekçe ördürmez mi?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&quot;Ah Hoca! Uyuyor muydun, yoksa ölmüş müydün? Nasıl duymadın? Adam, koca hayvanı cebine koyup gitmedi ya!&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&quot;Her şeyden önce malına göz kulak olmayı bileceksin.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca dinlemiş, dinlemiş, sonra &amp;quot;Efendiler, pek doğru söylüyorsunuz,&amp;quot; demiş. &amp;quot;Eşeği geri getirmeseler de hepsi doğru sözler. Ama bütün kabahat bende mi? Hırsızın hiç suçu yok mu?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/2045860794595200421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/hrszn-hic-mi-sucu-yok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/2045860794595200421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/2045860794595200421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/hrszn-hic-mi-sucu-yok.html' title='Hırsızın Hiç mi Suçu Yok?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-3308318686345931775</id><published>2019-10-27T09:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-10-27T09:07:20.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parayı Veren Düdüğü Çalar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir gün Nasreddin Hoca eşeğine binmiş kente giderken, çocuklar yolunu kesip nereye gittiğini sormuşlar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Pazara,&amp;quot; demiş Hoca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bunun üzerine çocuklar bağrışarak kendilerine pazardan düdük getirmesini istemişler: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hoca! Bana pazardan bir düdük al!&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Bana da...&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Bana da...&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Ama içlerinden yalnızca biri, Hoca&amp;#39;ya düdük almaşı için para vermiş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Dönüşte Hoca&amp;#39;yı karşıdan gören çocuklar hemen koşup çevresini sarmışlar: &amp;quot;Hoca! Düdüklerimizi getirdin mi?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca cebinden bir tek düdük çıkarıp parayı veren çocuğa uzatırken, ötekilere, &amp;quot;Kusura bakmayın çocuklar,&amp;quot; demiş. &amp;quot;Parayı veren düdüğü çalar!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/3308318686345931775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/paray-veren-dudugu-calar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/3308318686345931775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/3308318686345931775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/paray-veren-dudugu-calar.html' title='Parayı Veren Düdüğü Çalar'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-1768090900385927725</id><published>2019-10-27T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2019-10-27T08:59:07.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bir Avuç Arpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir kış Nasreddin Hoca çok fakirleşmiş. &quot;Eşeğin arpa giderini biraz azaltsam olur mu?&quot; diye düşünmeye başlamış. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir süre her zaman verdiği yemden bir avuç daha az vermiş. Bakmış eşekte bir değişiklik yok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir avuç daha eksiltmiş. Eşek gene o eşek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Böyle böyle arpayı yarıya kadar indirmiş. Hayvan biraz durgunlaşmışsa da, başka bir terslik olmamış. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir-iki ay sonra yemi yarıdan da aşağı inince, eşeğin durgunluğu mahzunluğa dönüşmüş. Sürekli yatmak istiyormuş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Sonunda arpa bir avuca inmiş.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Tamam, başardım!&amp;quot; diye sevinen Hoca bir sabah ahıra girmiş ki, eşek sizlere ömür. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Tüh!&amp;quot; demiş. &amp;quot;Hayvan tam alışıyordu, ömrü yetmedi...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/1768090900385927725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/bir-avuc-arpa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/1768090900385927725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/1768090900385927725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/bir-avuc-arpa.html' title='Bir Avuç Arpa'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-9183890529885182589</id><published>2019-10-27T08:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-10-27T08:52:38.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eşeklik Etme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir gün Nasreddin Hoca&amp;#39;nın eşeği ölmüş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Karısı, &amp;quot;Hoca! Biz eşeksiz yapamayız? Haydi git pazardan bir eşek al!&amp;quot; diyerek eline altı kuruş vermiş.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca gidip pazardan aldığı yeni eşeğinin yuları elinde, ölen eski eşeğiyle yaşadığı hatıraları düşünerek dalgın dalgın eve dönerken, yoldan geçen iki hırsız onun bu kendi dünyasına kapanık halinden yararlanmayı tasarlamışlar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Biri usulca hayvanın boynundaki yuları çıkanp kendi boynuna geçirmiş, öbürü de eşeği önüne kattığı gibi doğru pazara geri götürmüş. Kaça satarsa parasını aralarında paylaşacaklarmış. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca evinin önüne gelip de arkasına dönünce bakmış, eşek yerine boynunda yularla bir adam duruyor karşısında. Ne diyeceğini şaşırmış: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Haydaa! Sen kimsin?&amp;quot; diye sormuş.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Adam başlamış anlatmaya: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Efendim! Ben anama büyük bir eşeklik etmiştim. Kadıncağız aşırı derecede üzülmüş, &amp;#39;Dilerim Allah&amp;#39;tan, eşek olasın!&#39; diye bana sinirlenmişti. İşte ben o anda eşek oldum. Pazarda gelip siz satın alana kadar da eşek olarak çok çile çektim. Şimdi sizin onurunuzla birdenbire yine insan oluverdim. Yalvarırım, beni bağışlayın! Azat edin!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca adama acıyıp boynundan yuları çıkarmış, uzun uzun öğüt vermiş, bir daha annesini üzmemesini söyleyerek salıvermiş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Ertesi gün cebine bir altı kuruş daha koyup pazara gittiğinde ise, bakmış, bir gün önce satın alıp bağışladığı eşek orada duruyor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca hemen gidip hayvanın kulağma eğilmiş, &quot; Hey gidi köftehor!&amp;quot; demiş. &amp;quot;Daha dün sana o kadar öğüt verdim. Belli ki sözümü dinlemeyip yine bir eşeklik etmişsin.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/9183890529885182589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/eseklik-etme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/9183890529885182589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/9183890529885182589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/eseklik-etme.html' title='Eşeklik Etme'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-647110864684038627</id><published>2019-10-27T08:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-10-27T08:41:43.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eşek Kimindir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir gün Nasreddin Hoca eşeğini kaybetmiş. Ararken bir bakmış adamın biri hayvanı önüne katmış gidiyor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&quot;Arkadaş! Bu benim eşeğim,&amp;quot; diye önünü kesmiş Hoca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&quot;Nereden belli senin eşeğin olduğu? Vermem!&amp;quot; demiş adam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Senindir benimdi derken, Kadı&amp;#39;nın karşısında bulmuşlar kendilerini. Hoca eşeğini istemiş.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Adam &amp;quot;Eşek benimdir! Vermem!&amp;quot; demiş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Kadı sormuş: &amp;quot;Eşek kimin elindedir?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Adam demiş: &amp;quot;Benim elimdedir.&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Kadı bu kez Hoca&amp;#39;ya dönmüş: &amp;quot;Eşeğin bir nişanı var mı? Senin olduğunu nereden bilelim?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca, &amp;quot;Benim eşeğim okuma bilir,&amp;quot; demiş. &amp;quot;Önüne kitap koyarız, okuyamazsa benim değildir.&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Kadı öneriyi uygun bulmuş. Adam zaten eşeğin okuma bilemeyeceğine emin kabul etmiş. Eşeğin önüne bir kitap konmuş, hep birlikte uzaktan izlemeye koyulmuşlar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Eşek önündeki kitabın sayfalarını diliyle tek tek açıp aralarına baktıktan sonra anırmaya başlamış. Kadı bunun üzerme eşeği Hoca&amp;#39;ya vermiş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Meğer Hoca bu oyundan pek hoşlanırmış: Bir kitabın sayfaları arasına arpa koyar, eşek de diliyle sayfaları çevirip aradaki arpaları yermiş. Hayvan önünde kitabı görünce yine öyle sanmış. Ama bakmış ki arpa yok. Anırması arpa bulamamanın öfkesindenmiş.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/647110864684038627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/esek-kimindir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/647110864684038627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/647110864684038627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/esek-kimindir.html' title='Eşek Kimindir'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-39175077239689719</id><published>2019-10-27T08:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-10-27T08:18:55.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eşeğin Sözü</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Günün birinde bir komşusu Nasreddin Hoca&amp;#39;dan eşeğini istemeye gelmiş. Komşuları böyle sürekli gelip hayvanı ister, üstelik de zor işlere koşarlarmış. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Eşeğini vermek istemeyen Hoca &amp;quot;Eşek evde yok, suya gitti&quot; demiş.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Tam bu sırada ahırdaki eşek anırmaya başlamış. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&quot;Behey Hoca!&amp;quot; demiş adam. &amp;quot;Eşek evde yok diyorsun, ama bak içeriden sesleniyor.&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca terslemiş: &amp;quot;Komşum, sen benim sözüme inanmıyorsun da, eşeğin sözüne mi inanıyorsun?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/39175077239689719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/esegin-sozu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/39175077239689719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/39175077239689719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/esegin-sozu.html' title='Eşeğin Sözü'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-8119080761353137802</id><published>2019-10-27T08:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-10-27T08:16:21.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eşeğe Şükretmek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir gün Nasreddin Hoca eşeğini kaybetmiş. Bir yandan ararken bir yandan da şükrediyormuş.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hoca! Niye şükrediyorsun ki?&amp;quot; diye sormuşlar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Üstünde olmadığıma şükrediyorum,&amp;quot; demiş. &quot;Üstünde olsaydım ben de onunla birlikte kaybolacaktım.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/8119080761353137802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/esege-sukretmek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/8119080761353137802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/8119080761353137802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/esege-sukretmek.html' title='Eşeğe Şükretmek'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-8311898348902089311</id><published>2019-10-27T08:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-10-27T08:08:57.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cennetten Bir Köşe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir yaz günü Nasreddin Hoca ile dostları suyu, ağacı, meyvesi bol, renk renk çiçekler içinde, cennet gibi bir köye gitmişler. Yiyip içmiş, mutlu bir gün geçirmiş, dönme zamanı geldiğinde ise, bu güzel yerden ayrılmak istememişler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;İçlerinden biri &amp;quot;birkaç gün daha kalalım. Baklavası böreği benim üzerime&quot; demiş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir başkası &quot;kuzu dolması benim üzerime&quot; diye eklemiş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Ötekiler de atılmışlar: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Zeytinyağlı yaprak sarması benim üzerime.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Salatası, peyniri, biberi, domatesi benim üzerime.&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;İnciri, üzümü, karpuzu, bütün meyveleri benim üzerime.&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca mutluluktan uçuyormuş: &amp;quot;Bu şölen üç gün değil, üç ay bile sürse buradan bir yere ayrılırsam hepinizin günahı da benim üzerime...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/8311898348902089311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/cennetten-bir-kose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/8311898348902089311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/8311898348902089311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/cennetten-bir-kose.html' title='Cennetten Bir Köşe'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-8116475555422579889</id><published>2019-10-27T08:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-10-27T08:01:19.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kandil Işığı</title><content type='html'>Bir gün Nasreddin Hoca&amp;#39;nın komşuları bir araya gelip ona bir oyun oynamaya karar vermişler Bir bahse girecek, sonunda hocaya kaybettirip kendilerine bir kuzu ziyafeti çektireceklermiş. Kışın en soğuk günleriymiş. Kolayca yaparım zanedip de yapamayacağı bir şey düşünmüşler.&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hoca!&amp;quot; demişler. &amp;quot;Gel seninle bir bahse tutuşalım. Bu gece soğuk ayazda, sabaha kadar hiçbir ısı kaynağından yararlanmadan dışarıda dikilip duracaksın. Biz sıcacık evlerimizden seni gözleyeceğiz. Başarırsan kuzu ziyafeti bizden, başaramazsan senden. Var mısın?&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Biz ne soğuklar gördük!&quot; demiş Hoca. &amp;quot;Yoksula ayaz vız gelir. Hazırlayın kuzuyu...&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Gerçekten de sabaha kadar dışarıda gösterilen yerde dikilip durmuş. Sabah da ziyafeti kazanmanm neşesi içinde güle oynaya gelmiş yanlarına. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Anlat Hoca! Nasıl geçti gece?&amp;quot; demişler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Anlatmaya başlamış: &amp;quot;Her yer kar beyazdı. Ağaç dallarını kıracak gibi sallayan fırtınanın sesinden başka hiçbir ses yoktu. Işık dersen, dört-beş kilometre ötedeki bir kandilden başka bir şey görülmüyordu.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hep birlikte itiraz etmişler. &amp;quot;Biz seni dürüst sanıyorduk! Meğer kandil ışığında bir güzel ısınmışsın!..&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Gürültü patırtı derken sonunda Hoca&amp;#39;nın haksız olduğuna ve kilometrelerce ötedeki kandilden ısındığı için ziyafeti üstlenmek zorunda olduğuna karar verilmiş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Komşular Hoca&amp;#39;nın evine doluşmuşlar, şakalaşmalar, takılmalar, her şey yolunda... Ama kuzu bir türlü gelmiyormuş.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&quot;Hoca? Kuzu ne oldu?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Pişiyor...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Bir saat, iki saat derken, bütün komşular mutfağa gitmişler. Hoca mutfağın arkasındaki avludaymış. Bir ağacın yüksekçe bir dalına kocaman bir kazan asmış, altına yere bir kandil koymuş, köşeden ışığı izliyormuş. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hoca!&amp;quot; demişler. &amp;quot;Bunca adamı açlıktan kırdın geçirdin! Nedir bu? Ne yapıyorsun? Kuzu nerede?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Nerede olacak! Kazanın içinde. Pişmesini bekliyorum...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Adamlar hem şaşkın hem de öfkeli, &amp;quot;Hoca! Sen ne diyorsun&quot; diye çıkışmışlar. &quot;Alay mı ediyorsun. Gökyüzüne bir kazan asmış, altına metrelerce uzağa bir kandil yakmış, yemeği pişirmesini bekliyorsun.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;Hoca bunu siz mi söylüyorsunuz dercesine bakmış ve demiş ki &quot;Gece beni kilometrelerce mesafeden ısıtan kandil birkaç metreden şu küçücük kuzuyu mu ısıtamayacak!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/8116475555422579889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/kandil-isg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/8116475555422579889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/8116475555422579889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/10/kandil-isg.html' title='Kandil Işığı'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-20865592786676535</id><published>2019-08-17T15:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-08-17T15:56:39.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiç</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Bir gün Nasreddin Hoca yolda giderken bir bataklığa düşmüş. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Oradan geçen bir adam, onu balçığa gömülmüş görünce, &amp;quot;Seni bu bataktan kurtanrsam bana ne verirsin?&amp;quot; diye sormuş.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hiç,&amp;quot; demiş Hoca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Adam hemen işe girişip, onu bataklıktan kurtarmış.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Hoca üstü başı çamur içinde, evine yönelmek üzere doğrulacak olmuş. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Nereye?&amp;quot; demiş adam. &amp;quot;Benim hakkımı ver, sonra git.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Senin hakkın nedir?&amp;quot; diye sormuş hoca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&quot;Hiç dedin ya, onu istiyorum.&amp;quot; diye yanıtlamış adam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hiç verilir mi?&amp;quot; demiş hoca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Elbette verilir, hakkımı isterim.&amp;quot; diye diretmiş adam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Hoca çaresiz kalmış: &amp;quot;Peki.&quot; demiş. &quot;Benimle eve kadar gel de, vereyim...&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Birlikte hocanın evine gelmişler. Hoca boş bir çömleği adamın önüne koymuş: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Elini sok çömleğe. Avcunu iyice sık. Sonra elini çıkar. Şimdi aç bak bakalım avcunda ne var?&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Adam avcunu açıp bakmış: &quot;Hiç!&quot; demiş. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Hoca lafı yapıştırmış: &quot;İşte hakkını aldın, var git artık.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/20865592786676535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/08/hic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/20865592786676535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/20865592786676535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/08/hic.html' title='Hiç'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-675523976364785037</id><published>2019-08-17T15:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-08-17T15:40:15.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eşek ile Yolculuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Bir gün Nasreddin Hoca oğluyla birlikte yakınlardaki bir köye gidecekmiş. Oğlunu eşeğe bindirmiş, kendi yaya yürümeye başlamış. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Yanlarından geçen birileri hocayı yaya, oğlunu eşeğin üstünde görünce fısıldaşmışlar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey gidi zamane gençleri! Şuna bak! Kendi eşeğin üstüne kurulmuş, ihtiyar babası yayan yürüruyor!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Bunu duyan oğlu, &amp;quot;Baba! Ben sana söyledim!&amp;quot; demiş. &amp;quot;Haydi, inatçılık etme, bin şu eşeğe! Senin yüzünden bana söz geliyor.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Hoca eşeğe binmiş, oğlu yürümeye başlamış. Biraz gitmişler, bir tanıdık bu kez Hoca&amp;#39;ya çıkışmış:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Ayol senin kemiklerin kartlaşmış. Bu taze fidana acıman yok mu?&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Bunun üzerine Hoca oğlunu da bindirmiş eşeğe. Az sonra, hayvana acıyanlar başlamışlar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Bakın şu herife! Üstelik de kavuklu! Küçücük eşeğe iki kişi binmişler! Utanır insan!&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Lafı yiyince hoca da, oğlu da eşekten inmişler. Hayvan önde, onlar arkada yürümeye başlamışlar. Karşıdan gelen birkaç kişi gülerek söylenmiş:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Bu ne kafasızlık! Eşek önde bomboş gidiyor, bunlar yürüyorlar! Dünyada ne şaşkın insanlar var.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Hoca artık pes etmiş. &amp;quot;Allahım!&quot; demiş, &quot;Herkesi memnun etmenin yolu yok. Bu halkın dilinden kurtulabilen varsa aşkolsun!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/675523976364785037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/08/esek-ile-yolculuk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/675523976364785037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/675523976364785037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/08/esek-ile-yolculuk.html' title='Eşek ile Yolculuk'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-3692890438346078800</id><published>2019-08-17T15:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-08-17T15:29:59.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aklıma Gelmiyor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Bir gün Nasreddin Hoca mahalle mescidinde vaaz vermek için minbere çıkmış. Ama aklına söyleyecek hiçbir şey gelmiyormuş. Halkın hoca ne diyecek diye bekleşip durduğunu görünce daha da kötü olmuş, adeta dili tutulmuş. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Sonunda, &amp;quot;Ey ahali! Siz benim ne kadar konuşkan bir kişi olduğumu zaten bilirsiniz,&amp;quot; demiş. &amp;quot;Ama şimdi aklıma hiçbir şey gelmiyor.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Hoca&amp;#39;nın oğlu bu sözleri düyunca başını kaldınp, &amp;quot;Baba&quot; demiş. &amp;quot;Aklına hiçbir şey gelmiyorsa, oradan inmek de mi gelmiyor?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/3692890438346078800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/08/aklma-gelmiyor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/3692890438346078800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/3692890438346078800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/08/aklma-gelmiyor.html' title='Aklıma Gelmiyor'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-1934187784943088951</id><published>2019-08-17T06:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-08-17T06:10:25.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ünlü Olmak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Bir edebiyat heveslisi, Balzac&amp;#39;a yeni yazdığı romanını getirerek fikrini sorar. Balzac yapıtı okuduktan sonra şöyle konuşur:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;- Yavrum, bu yapıtınız güçlü değil. Ünlü olmak için önce güçlü bir yapıt koyun ortaya. Bunu da saklayın tabii. Ünlü olunca nasıl olsa yayınlarsınız!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/1934187784943088951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/08/unlu-olmak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/1934187784943088951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/1934187784943088951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/08/unlu-olmak.html' title='Ünlü Olmak'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-5941692698066508486</id><published>2019-08-16T13:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-08-16T13:58:25.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rüşvet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Haşmet, Sadrazam Paşa&amp;#39;nın huzuruna çağrılır. Kendisi gibi başka devlet memurları da vardır huzurda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Paşa, memurlarına, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;- Rüşvet almadığınıza dair yemin edebilir misiniz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;diye sorunca herkes tek tek yemin eder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Yalnızca Haşmet ağzını açmamıştır. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Paşa, şaire bakar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;- Ne o Haşmet, sen ağzını niye açmıyorsun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;Haşmet, hafif bir tebessümle yanıt verir paşaya: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:13.8px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin:0px;font-stretch:normal;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12pt&quot;&gt;- Paşa hazretleri, yalan yere yemin edenler çatlar derler. Bekliyorum, eğer çatlamazlarsa ben de yemin edeceğim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/5941692698066508486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/08/rusvet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/5941692698066508486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/5941692698066508486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2019/08/rusvet.html' title='Rüşvet'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-2880948737975179875</id><published>2016-05-29T11:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2016-05-29T11:02:32.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pebbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;Many years ago in a small Indian village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a village moneylender. The moneylender, who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer&amp;#39;s beautiful daughter. So he proposed a bargain.  He said he would forgo the farmer&amp;#39;s debt if he could marry his daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the proposal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;So the cunning money-lender suggested that they let providence decide the matter. He told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would have to pick one pebble from the bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father&amp;#39;s debt would be forgiven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father&amp;#39;s debt would still be forgiven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into jail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the farmer&amp;#39;s field. As they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black pebbles and put them into the bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;He then asked the girl to pick a pebble from the bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble. Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, how clumsy of me,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;But never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked the white one. And since the money-lender dared not admit his dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into an extremely advantageous one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/2880948737975179875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2016/05/pebbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/2880948737975179875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/2880948737975179875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2016/05/pebbles.html' title='Pebbles'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-327611891655098548</id><published>2016-04-16T02:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2016-04-16T02:52:44.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;Remember the golden rule: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;Those that have the gold make the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/327611891655098548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2016/04/golden-rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/327611891655098548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/327611891655098548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2016/04/golden-rule.html' title='Golden Rule'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-6337712020752285202</id><published>2016-04-16T02:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2016-04-16T02:49:36.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;When do you stop at green and go at red? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;When you&amp;#39;re eating a watermelon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0)&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/6337712020752285202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2016/04/colors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/6337712020752285202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/6337712020752285202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2016/04/colors.html' title='Colors'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-456736536054904041</id><published>2012-04-28T08:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2015-03-15T17:17:38.800-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><title type='text'>Blonde Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;January - Took new scarf back to store because it was too tight.&lt;br&gt;  February - Fired from pharmacy job for failing to print labels.....&quot;duh&quot;.....bottles won&#39;t fit in typewriter!!!&lt;br&gt;  March - Got excited.....finished jigsaw puzzle in 6 months.....box said &quot;2-4 years!&quot;&lt;br&gt;  April - Trapped on escalator for hours.....power went out!!! May - Tried to make Kool-Aid.....8 cups of water won&#39;t fit into those little packets!!! &lt;br&gt;  June - Tried to go water skiing.....couldn&#39;t find a lake with a slope. &lt;br&gt;  July - Lost breast stroke swimming competition.....learned later,other swimmers cheated, they used their arms!!! &lt;br&gt;  August - Got locked out of car in rain storm.....car swamped, because top was down. &lt;br&gt;  September - The capital of California is &quot;C&quot;.....isn&#39;t it??? October - Hate M &amp;amp; M&#39;s.....they are so hard to peel. November - Baked turkey for 4 1/2 days.....instructions said 1 hour per pound and I weigh 108!!! &lt;br&gt;    December - Couldn&#39;t call 911.....&quot;duh&quot;.....there&#39;s no &quot;eleven&quot; button on the phone!!! What a year!!&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/456736536054904041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2012/04/blonde-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/456736536054904041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/456736536054904041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2012/04/blonde-diary.html' title='Blonde Diary'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141026783361713378.post-4451949507601801542</id><published>2011-12-12T07:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T07:43:21.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;About a century or two ago, the Pope challenged the Jewish community of Rome to a debate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Jews looked around for a champion who could defend their faith, but no one wanted to volunteer. It was too risky. So they finally picked an old man named Moishe who spent his life sweeping up after people to represent them. Being old and poor, he had less to lose, so he agreed. He asked only for one addition to the rules of debate. Not being used to saying very much, he asked that neither side be allowed to talk. The Pope agreed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The day of the great debate came. Moishe and the Pope sat opposite each other for a full minute before the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers. Moishe looked back at him and raised one finger. The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around his head. Moishe pointed to the ground where he sat. The Pope pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine. Moishe pulled out an apple. The Pope stood up and said, &amp;quot;I give up. This man is too good. The Jews win.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;An hour later, the cardinals were all around the Pope asking him what happened. The Pope said, &amp;quot;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 both our religions. Then I waved my finger around me to show him, that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground, showing that God was also right here with us. I pulled out the wine and the 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?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, the Jewish community had crowded around Moishe, amazed that this old, almost feeble-minded man had done what all their scholars had insisted was impossible. &amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot; they asked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; said Moishe, &amp;quot;first he said to me that the Jews 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 Jews. I let him know that we were staying right here.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;And then?&amp;quot; asked a woman.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know,&amp;quot; said Moishe. &amp;quot;He took out his lunch and I took out mine.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/feeds/4451949507601801542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2011/12/quiet-debate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/4451949507601801542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141026783361713378/posts/default/4451949507601801542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secmefikralar.blogspot.com/2011/12/quiet-debate.html' title='Quiet Debate'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>