A couple had two little boys, ages 8 and 10, who were excessively mischievous. They were always getting into trouble and their parents knew that, if any mischief occurred in their town, their sons were probably involved.
The boys' mother heard that a Mullah in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The Mullah agreed, but asked to see them individually. So the mother sent her 8-year-old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the Mullah in the afternoon.
The Mullah, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, "Where is Allah?".
The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there with his mouth hanging open, wide-eyed. So the Mullah repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is Allah!!?" Again the boy made no attempt to answer. So the Mullah raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, "WHERE IS ALLAAAH!?"
The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "What happened?"
The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in big trouble this time dude. Allah is missing - and they think WE did it!"