It happened once upon a time that Nasruddin had a very exceptional turban. No one else had such a turban and Nasruddin used to wear it everywhere.

One day, on a warm, sunny day in Spring Nasruddin fell asleep in the town square, and a passer-by decided to play a trick on him. He gently eased the turban off Nasruddin’s head and put it on himself, sat down beside him, and then, also encouraged by the sunshine, fell asleep.

After a time, Nasruddin woke up, looked around and spotted the turban on the man sleeping beside him. A deep frown crossed his face. Someone nearby, who had seen the trick being played, said, laughingly, “What’s wrong, Mullah?”

“Friend,” said Nasruddin, “I see that turban–so I know that he must be Nasruddin. But then can you tell me–who am I?”