Puncture the pride

Shaadaab, Ansar and me have been going together for evening tea sessions for the past 10 years.
Yesterday, we were in a philosophical mood and offered to share a story/joke.
* “The mountain mocked at the ant for the third day,” began Ansar. “Haha, you are so tiny.” The ant moved off quietly. On the fourth day, the ant looked at the mountain and laughed. “Why are you laughing?” asked the mountain. “I wanted to ask you to move a foot away. I realised you cannot even move an inch by yourself,” replied the ant.
* Shaadaab started his story:
A man had committed 49 murders and at last repented his actions. He decided to hang himself upside down from a tree until God forgives him. “Let all the leaves of the tree fall off when you forgive,” he prayed and tied himself upside down. Months went on without any relief. One day, a man dragged a beautiful girl under the same tree and tried to rape her. This guy on penance could not take it anymore. After all, he knew the best ways to murder. He untied himself, pounced on the culprit and killed him with one blow. All the leaves fell off the tree at once.
* It was my turn to tell a story. I remembered Osho’s Mulla joke:
It was the couple's first quarrel.
"And you tell me that several women proposed marriage to you?" asked the wife.
"Yes, several," replied the Mulla.
"Well, I wish you had married the first fool who proposed."
"I did," said Nasrudin.