
Mullah Nasreddin was walking in the Bazaar (marketplace) with a large group of followers. Whatever Nasreddin did, his followers immediately copied. Every few steps Nasreddin would stop and shake his hands in the air, touch his feet and jump up yelling “Hu Hu Hu!”. So his followers would also stop and do exactly the same thing.
One of the merchants, who knew Nasreddin for some time, quietly asked him, “What are you doing my old friend? Why are these people imitating you?”
“I have become a Sufi Shaykh,” replied Nasreddin. “These are my mureeds (disciples); I am helping them reach enlightenment!”
“Okay… So how do you know when they reach enlightenment?”
“Ah, that’s the easy part! Every morning I count them, the ones who moved on – have reached enlightenment!”
Nasrudin pinches us with humor and exists at so many depths that he cannot be killed.