Short story
A mother was having a son, the son used to bring each day some eggs, the mother was happy and never asked him from where you bring these eggs.
The son was stealing the eggs from the neighbours, later on the son grown up and developed his skills and started bringing or stealing more expensive things, eventually the son stole a car and the police caught him and the son was put in jail.
The mother came to see her son and told him: Son why are you here? The son did not answer her but he said mum can I see your toung? And when the mother showed him her toung, the son bit his mother tong (the toung may got cut).
The son did this because his mother never asked him from where did you get these things. (The son was very mad at his mum because she brought him to jail by not guiding him from the beginning)
The parents are responsible for raising their children in the most proper way.
Yep. the moral is there for all of us..
yawn..!!!
Happy 76th Bday Mom!!!
That's beautiful!
...well done :)
...listen to the sound of silence....
>>>>>>OHS
20 November 2009
The Fruits Of Honesty
An emperor in the Far East was growing old and knew it was time to choose his successor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or his children, he decided something different. He called young people in the kingdom together one day. He said, “It is time for me to step down and choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you.”
The kids were shocked! But the emperor continued. “I am going to give each one of you a seed today. One very special seed. I want you to plant the seed, water it and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next emperor!”
One boy named Ling was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly told his mother the story. She helped him get a pot and planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it carefully. Every day he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other youths began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.
Ling kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, 4 weeks, 5 weeks went by. Still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants but Ling didn’t have a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months went by–still nothing in Ling’s pot. He just knew he had killed his seed.
Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Ling didn’t say anything to his friends, however. He just kept waiting for his seed to grow.
A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom brought their plants to the emperor for inspection. Ling told his mother that he wasn’t going to take an empty pot. But honest about what happened, Ling felt sick to his stomach, but he knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to the palace. When Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other youths. They were beautiful–in all shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and many of the other kinds laughed at him. A few felt sorry for him and just said, “Hey nice try.”
When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted the young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. “My, what great plants, trees and flowers you have grown,” said the emperor. “Today, one of you will be appointed the next emperor!” All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the front. Ling was terrified. “The emperor knows I’m a failure! Maybe he will have me killed!”
When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name. “My name is Ling,” he replied. All the kids were laughing and making fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet down. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, “Behold your new emperor! His name is Ling!” Ling couldn’t believe it. Ling couldn’t even grow his seed. How could he be the new emperor? Then the emperor said, “One year ago today, I gave everyone here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds which would not grow. All of you, except Ling, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Ling was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new emperor!”
If you plant honesty, You will reap trust
If you plant goodness, You will reap friends
If you plant humility, You will reap greatness
If you plant perseverance, You will reap victory
If you plant consideration, You will reap harmony
If you plant hard work, You will reap success
If you plant forgiveness, You will reap reconciliation
If you plant openness, You will reap intimacy
If you plant patience, You will reap improvements
If you plant faith, You will reap miracles
But
If you plant dishonesty, You will reap distrust
If you plant selfishness, You will reap loneliness
If you plant pride, You will reap destruction
If you plant envy, You will reap trouble
If you plant laziness, You will reap stagnation
If you plant bitterness, You will reap isolation
If you plant greed, You will reap loss
If you plant gossip, You will reap enemies
If you plant worries, You will reap wrinkles
If you plant sin, You will reap guilt
So be careful what you plant now, It will determine what you will reap tomorrow,The seeds you now scatter, Will make life worse or better,your life or the ones who will come after. Yes, someday, you will enjoy the fruits,Or you will pay for the choices you plant today.
source:
http://www.islamicinformation.net/2009/11/fruits-of-honesty.html
I wonder why everybody is so hard on Khalid...it was a good story after all.
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When in Rome do as the Romans do!!!
i believe you.. :P
I swear, these are my own thoughts, mjamille!
lol Boston you're starting to sound like Jimmimadi.. :P
... and full of fun, laughter, and love, Khalid!
If the mother is a dancer and the father is the one who plays the Music, then the house with sons and daughters will be a dancing house.
apparently he doesn't..
When i was raising my first child....i heard this narration from my relative
Now the same relative raised his son ( I call him Charles Sobraj) who not only visited Jails of Gulf, he was deported from Qatar, Dubai and Saudi, Thanks to his beloved MOM. We adore our kids till they attain this high status
Khalid dont you have anything better to relate then this fake stories?
I just wonder how many parents are capable of responsible guidance, if their life is a mess, too.
after reading this, im never reading short stories ever again.. bollocks..
Khalid you are wasting a lot of your time.
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- God Gives n Forgivs .. We Gets n Forgets -
Yes he bit his mother tongue
the boy bit his mother's tongue?!!!?!
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I'm Jack's complete lack of surprise
STORY BEFORE ........
a good example on -- HOW NOT TO WRITE A STORY
The parents are responsible for a certain time, after this this certain time it is your sole responsibility.
HOW EASILY U BLAMED UR PARENTS FOR UR DEEDS