When I was very young, my grandmother used to tell me stories I slept every night listening to stories from them
Every day I would lie down with my head on her lap and she would movies her fingers in my hair and tell me a story.
I loved those stories and still remember them One of those stories that I am going to share with you today She used to tell stories in such a way
Many years ago, a poor man lived by the sea He had a small house by the sea He was survived by his wife and two young children He was working hard and raising his children with great difficulty
His son was seven years old and his name was Ali And her daughter was five years old. Her name was Iqra Ali loved his sister very much and always took care of her Ali and Iqra used to play on the beach
Ali was very fond of collecting stones from the sea and he loved these stones very much
One day Ali was walking through the bazaar with his sister Iqra
As he walked, he realized that Iqra was not following him
He looked back and saw his sister standing in front of a toys store and Iqra was looking at a doll with great sadness
Ali approached her and asked her if she wanted the doll???
Iqra nodded in agreeme He took Iqra's hand and entered the shop
. . And he picked up the doll and held it in his hand like an older brother A gleam of happiness shone in Iqra's eyes
The shopkeeper was watching intently as a small child approached his sister
How responsibly he was trying to fulfill his sister's happiness
Ali went to the shopkeeper and asked him what the price of the doll was The shopkeeper was a worldly man and had seen the ups and downs of life
The shopkeeper asked Ali with great compassion what price you could pay for it today
. Ali took out of his pocket the stones he used to collect from the sea He did not know the value of these stones, but he saw them as important
And put all the stones on the shopkeeper's table
The shopkeeper started counting the stones as if counting money
Then he looked up at Ali and Ali asked him anxiously Is there anything less?
The shopkeeper said no, no, it is more than the price of this doll
Saying this, he placed four of them and returned the rest to Ali
Ali put the stone in his pocket and happily took Iqra's hand and walked out of the shop
A shopkeeper was watching the whole affair He approached the shopkeeper and asked him
You gave him such precious dolls for just a few stones
The shopkeeper said that it was a stone for you and me but it was very precious for him
At this age, he has no idea what the value of money is
But when he grows up, he will understand like us
That he once bought a doll for his sister for just a few stones
So he will understand that there are good people in the lesson
And it will teach him a lesson
And it is possible that he will do the same with someone
. . I loved this story and I often asked my grandmother to tell it
I hope you all like this story too
It is an instructive story that helps us value the feelings and emotions of others help them
They should be helped to become better human beings
I found this story quite interesting, how innocent children are, some of them know about money. But how much the value of money, they know along with the time. We all love children because they are very innocent.