A SHORT MORAL STORY WORTH SHARING

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 ball point 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 wouldnt 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 well. 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 dont know
anything but I can teach you an ayah of the Quran
The man went down the well, 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 truthfulness The man could not
forget the boys tears and the ayah. He knew everything would end but still didnt want to lie to his parents.
written by Umme Muhammad