Walnuts and Pumpkins
Nasreddin Hodja was lying in the shade of an ancient walnut tree. His body was at rest, but, befitting his calling as an imam, his mind did not relax. Looking up into the mighty tree he considered the greatness and wisdom of Allah. 

"Allah is great and Allah is good," said the Hodja, "but was it indeed wise that such a great tree as this be created to bear only tiny walnuts as fruit? Behold the stout stem and strong limbs. They could easily carry the pumpkins that grow from spindly vines in yonder field, vines that cannot begin to bear the weight of their own fruit. Should not walnuts grow on weakly vines and pumpkins on sturdy trees?" 

So thinking, the Hodja dosed off, only to be awakened by a walnut that fell from the tree, striking him on his forehead. 

"Allah be praised!" he exclaimed, seeing what had happened. "If the world had been created according to my meager wisdom, it would have been a pumpkin that fell from the tree and hit me on the head. It would have killed me for sure! Allah is great! Allah is good! Allah is wise!" 

Never again did Nasreddin Hodja question the wisdom of Allah. 
 

Faith Moves Mountains 
The Hodja was boasting about the power of his faith. 

"If your faith is so strong, then pray for that mountain to come to you," said a skeptic, pointing to a mountain in the distance. 

The Hodja prayed fervently, but the mountain did not move. He prayed more, but the mountain remained unmoved. 

Finally the Hodja got up from his knees and began walking toward the mountain. "I am a humble man," he said, "and the faith of Islam is a practical one. If the mountain will not come to the Hodja, then the Hodja will go to the mountain."