Saif,
I was waiting for my school bus, and I was sitting in the passenger tent reading the newspaper. At that time, I was crazy in the newspaper. The well-folded, new page of the morning newspaper gives a soothing summary. There's also the sports news page, which excites me every day. It was pleasant October weather. The sound of the wind touching one leaf with the other. The sun was riding smoothly over the head with good intensity. My dad was cleaning the shop dust. He is sitting in a chair waiting for me to order tea; this is his daily routine.
In the meantime, we hear the cry of a child, the voice of crying coming from very close. Fortunately, we look around and see a labour beating and yelling at his son on the side of the road. The child is wearing a school uniform, and with a school bag at his back, the man has no clothes on except a towel over his shoulder. The child was crying and repeating, "I don't want to go to school"
As we approached them, my father scolded the man and asked, "Why is he beating the child?" The man said: "Brother, he is telling me to buy colored pens to sketch and is threatening me that if I don't buy him colored pens, he won't go to school. How can I explain to him? I can not bear all his choices. I'm sending him to a school for study, isn't that enough? "My father told him, "He is a small child; how will he know all this. You don't just beat him. Please wait a minute; I'm coming.
He came in and opened the counter drawer. He took out the color pencils I used to draw in my spare time. He stepped forward and stopped abruptly and looked at me. He asked me- I want to give these to this poor child. Shall I give these to him? I nodded positively without any hesitation. The labour asked his son if he was satisfied now. He also asked his son to thank his uncle. The boy did as he was told and then happily went to his school.
My school bus also arrived, and I could see the reflection of joy on my face which was on his face. I could feel the satisfaction in my face too, which was made possible by my father. This is what my father always taught me, where pure happiness could be found.
Awwn! Such generosity, I love the fact that the dad had to take permission from his son before offering his colored pencils to someone else. Some dad's would give it out with their own veto power without considering how the child would feel when he or she eventually find out his colored pencils were given out without consent. Great story indeed. !PIZZA
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