Walking past an elegant mansion in the heart of the city of Baghdad, Nasrudin heard a party in progress inside. Enticed by the smell of roast goat, he slipped past the guards into the house, and took his place at the table. After the feast his host called for silence.

“Friends,” he declared, “I have asked you here to celebrate my latest great victories. As you know, I have been the champion wrestler of this city for some time. But having
annihilated the competition throughout the land, I am now champion of the entire country!”

The diners started to cheer their host. Only Nasrudin remained silent. This infuriated the wrestler: “Are you not impressed that I have pulverized my enemies and ground into the dust the best wrestlers this land has to offer?” he demanded.

“That depends,” replied the Mulla. “Were these other men weaker than you?” “Of course!” ranted the sportsman. “They were as feeble as flies... as insignificant as the tiniest ants!”

“What victory is there in defeating a weaker man?”

Everyone silence