     Mumin | Tuesday, March 20, 2001 - 06:28 pm
Assalamu Alaykum Warhmatullahi Wa barakatu
A prabale.....
A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come
and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples,
took a nap under the shadow... He loved the tree and the tree loved to
play with him.
Time went by... the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around
the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked
sad. "Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy. "I am no longer a
kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I
need money to buy them." "Sorry, but I don't have money...but you can pick
all my apples and sell them. Then you will have money." The boy was so
excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy
never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with
me" the tree said. "I don't have time to play. I have to work for my
family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?" "Sorry, but I
don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house."
So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was
glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was
again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and
play with me!" the tree said. "I am sad and getting old.I want to go
sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use my trunk to build
your boat. You can sail far away and be happy." So the boy cut the tree
trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years."Sorry, my boy.
But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you..." the
tree said."I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied. "No more trunk for
you to climb on""I am too old for that now" the boy said. "I really can't
give you anything ... the only thing left is my dying roots" the tree said
with tears."I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after
all these years." The boy replied. "Good! Old tree roots is the best
place to lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down with me and rest."The boy
sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.
This is a story for everyone. The tree is our parents. When we were
young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad. When we grow up, we leave them,
and only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.
No matter what, parents will always be there and
We may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but may find it difficult to
admit that that is how many of us treat our parents. And love your parents,
no matter where they are!
give everything they can
to make you happy. |
