One day a man came to Nasruddin Hodja.
Man: Please write a letter for me to a friend in baghdad.
Hodja:I am sorry, I can't. I have no time to go to Baghdad.
Man: Go to Baghdad. Who's asking you to go to baghdad? All I want you to do is...
Hodja: I know, I know! Yoh want me to write a letter. But my handwriting is very bad. No one can read it except myself. If you send your friend a letter written by me, he will send for me to read it out to him. And as I have told you, I have no time to go to Baghdad.
