One evening a friend of Nasrudin's came to visit him. He saw Nasrudin crawling on the ground looking for something. Nasrudin said that he had lost a valuable coin. The friend knelt down to help Nasrudin look for the money. After they had crawled all over the yard, Nasrudin's friend asked, "Exactly where did you drop the money?" I dropped it in the house," answered Nasrudin, "But we cannot look for the money in there. It's much too dark."

One day Nasrudin found a dervish stealing figs in his orchard.
As he grabbed the fakir by the neck he shouted:
“What do you think you are doing here sheikh?”
“Nothing wrong," answered the Sufi with insolent confidence. "I am God’s loving servant, feeding on the fruit of God’s tree in God ’s garden.”
“Is that so”, growled the Khoja and proceeded to beat him with no pity but with a solid wooden stick instead.
“Wicked sinner! screamed the dervish, how do you dare rising your hand upon a saint? Don’t you see what you are doing?”
“Nothing wrong," replied the Khoja, "Just hitting the servant of God, with the stick of God, under the tree of God, to preserve God ’s garden”