A Mullah ji is fed up of his wife who either forgets or puts more namak(salt) in the khaana( food).
One day in a rage he spells: “Talaaq talaaq talaaq.”
So that he doesn’t change his mind, he immediately goes to the Qazi to announce and make it final.
Qazi: “Okay, are you sure?”
Mullah: “Yes, very much. Enough is enough, I hate the food she cooks and the little attention she pays to me.”
Qazi: “Fine. How many children do u have ?”
Mullah : “Alhamdulillah seven. Four are big enough to look after themselves, three are too young to stay without their mother.”
Qazi: “So how will you divide them. Will Allah not be angry that you will take 4 and give only 3 to your wife. Allah wants you to be an ‘aadil’ (just).”
Mullah( thinks a minute) : “Okay, InshaAllah then I’ll come back to you next year.”
A complaining Mullah
When a Mullah died and went to Heaven he saw that a Karachi bus driver was given a higher place than him.
He complained to the angel on duty: “I gave long khutbas in the mosque on every Friday, all my life till the last day.”
The Angel asked: “While you gave long sermons, did people all pay attention to you? Speak the truth today!”
Mullah: “Well to be honest, many played with their cellphones, some yawned, and few even dozed off.”
Angel: “See when this man drove the bus on Karachi streets, not only did his passengers all stayed alert, they even prayed to God for Mercy. Even the other drivers of cars and rickshaws prayed and remembered me, when he was plying the bus on road.”