A story of little boy.

A nine-year-old boy sits in the corner of the mosque. Sitting with younger sister. Do not raise your hand to God

What was going on?

The clothes were patched But They were very clean. Her little cheeks were wet with tears. Many people were attracted to it And He was talking to Allah without knowing it. As soon as he got up.

A stranger stepped up and grabbed his little hand

And asked..

What are you asking from God?

He said..

My father is dead

Paradise for them.

My mom all the time

Keeps crying

Patience for it.

My sister asks her mother for clothes

Money for it.

The stranger asked..

Do you go to school

The child said

Yes i go

The stranger asked

In which class do you study

No, Uncle doesn't go to school

Mother makes gram. He sells it to school children. Many children buy lentils from me. This is our job.

Every word of the child was coming down in my soul.

Any of your relatives

The stranger asked the child unwillingly?

Amy says the poor have no relatives.Amy never lies But uncle when we.

Are eating

And I say

Amy, if you eat too

She says i

Is eaten

It seems at the moment

She is lying.

Son, will you study if you can afford the house?

Child: Absolutely not

Because educated people hate the poor. We have never been asked by an educated person pass by

The stranger was also surprised And Also upset.

Then he said

I come to this mosque every day

No one ever asked

Everyone who came here knew my father But Nobody knows us

The baby started crying loudly

Uncle, when the father dies, everyone becomes a stranger

I had no answers to the child's questions.

How innocent such people would be.Who are wounded by grief

Just give it a try

And

So needy around you. To the orphans and the helpless.

Find out

And

Help them

Look at a poor person around you before handing over the mobile and load

Maybe he needs a sack of flour more.

Keep trying to change yourself and society.

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