THE GIFT OF TRUTH

The gift of truth
(Inspired on the axe and the three wishes)
-Umme Muhammad
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Hasan took a long walk to school which was towards the end of the village. He was the son of a poor cobbler. He had just bought a new fountain pen because the teacher had punished him the other day for writing with a ballpoint pen. He kept looking at it as it shone from his uniform pocket.

The scorching sun had made his throat parched. He had yet to buy a water bottle. His piercing eyes saw the well and immediately he ran towards it to quench his thirst. But as soon as he reached the well out popped the pen and straight in to the bottom of the well. He heard the thud sound too.

He started crying, he still had the mark of the ruler with which his teacher had hit the other day. It had been two months since he needed that fountain pen and in a flash it was gone. Tears wouldn’t stop, he broke in to sobs. When a villager passed by and asked him what was the problem

He immediately related his dilemma. The man offered his expensive scheffers pen. But he refused that it did not belong to him. He feared what would he answer his parents. His father had to stitch many shoes and chappals so he could bring home some money for food. His mother would go to houses to wash utensils and clothes to make ends meet.
They had sweated out themselves to buy me the pen and how did it disappear in the well. He was inconsolable. The man offered that he would buy him another pen from a store. But he was scared what would he answer his parents. He only prayed and wished to get his own pen back.

The man saw something glittering in the sun. He thought for a moment and asked, “what will you give me if I return your pen to you. The boy wiped his tears and thought for a moment and blurted out “I donno anything but I can teach you an ayah of the Quran”

The man picked up the pen and gave it to the boy who was now tearing with joy. Then Hasan said and here is the ayah “Kullu nafsin zaika tul maut Every soul shall taste death”
The villager then offered the scheffers pen as a gift to the boy because of his truethfulness The man could not forget the boys tears and the ayah. He knew everything would end but still didn’t want to lie to his parents.


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