There was a poor farmer in one country. His name was Majid. He lived with a wife and two children in a small broken house. The little land was his trust. He used to go to the field as soon as the dawn. Burned in the sun, soaked in the rain, sweating and cultivating soil all day. Yet his family was in trouble.
Every time there were new obstacles in his life. In any year, the crop would have been wasted in the drought, and the land would be submerged in the rainy season. Yet he never gave up. Wife Amena always dared to say, "The suffering will be gone one day."
One day the news came to the village - the government is lending to farmers. Many thoughts Majid also borrowed. In that money, new varieties of seeds, fertilizers and some agricultural equipment were bought. This time he worked on the field with more care than ever. Every day, Mamata's eyes look at the crop, as if they were to care like children.
Finally it was time to harvest. The field was filled with golden rice. Majid smiled at the face of Majid after getting lots of crops. He got a good price by selling the market. The loan was repaid, repaired the house, bought children's new clothes. Most importantly, the children admitted to school.
The people of the village were surprised to see the success of Majid. Everyone understood - if you have trouble, patience and hard work will change in life. Majid also started helping other farmers. If anyone asked for seeds or advice, he would help freely.
Majid was not a rich man but became happy people. His children began to study. Majid proudly said -
"The soil never cheats, only respects hard work." This story was made with the help of AI