The perfect wife

Nasrudin was talking to a friend. “Have you never considered getting married, Mullah?” his friend asked.

“I have,” replied Nasrudin. “In my youth, I resolved to find the perfect woman. I crossed the desert and reached Damascus, and I met a lovely, very spiritual woman, but she knew nothing of the world.

“So I continued my journey and went to Isfahan where I met a woman who knew both the spiritual and the material world, but she was not pretty.

“Then, a bit discouraged, I decided to go to Cairo where I dined in the house of a beautiful woman, who was both deeply spiritual and a connoisseur of material reality.”

“Why didn’t you marry her, then?”

“Alas, my friend, she was looking for the perfect man.”