One day, Nasrudin’s wife went into the kitchen and lit the stove. She then went to get some water from the well.
Reentering the house, she thought she heard her husband calling to her, but he was nowhere to be seen. Going back
into the kitchen, she realized that screams were coming from the oven. She opened the oven door and Nasrudin rolled out.

“What on earth are you doing in the oven?” asked the surprised woman.

“I was hiding from the call to prayer,” grumbled the Mulla, patting the flames from his coat.

“But now you’ve opened the oven door I can hear the voice of the muezzin and I am obliged to go to the mosque.”