The young daughter of Mulla Nasrudin heard a tapping on her window in the early hours of the
morning. There on a ladder was her boyfriend. Their elopement was going according to plan.
"Are you all ready?" her boyfriend asked.
"Yes," whispered the girl, "but don't talk so loud, you might wake up my father."
"WAKE HIM UP?" her boyfriend asked. "WHO DO YOU THINK IS HOLDING THE LADDER?"