My "teacher" hit me hard one day ...
* I could give them as many "abuses" in my heart
Give..
Intended.
He will kill them whenever he grows up.
But they "taught" me ....
One day they met on a "bicycle", they were quite old ...
Their feet were swollen due to diabetes
(Sometimes cycling without shoes ...
As soon as he saw me, he said "Rizwan"
I ran out of the "car"
* Very happy
Looking at me
* Suddenly he spoke with folded hands
(In a weak voice)
Dude...
forgive me...
I was "hitting" you a lot.
But I used to beat you to become "something" and today I cried when I saw you in a "place" that my student is sitting in the "big car" today.
* Son, you can not estimate my happiness.
And cried...
I felt a "punch" in my chest ...
He "tormented" and held them to his "chest".
Sarah Road was watching this scene ...
Then kiss their feet...
We - both teachers - students
Keep hugging and crying ...
There was a strange "smell" coming from his "chest"
* I could feel his "peace in the chest".
Eternal peace...
The way the servant found out...
He also cried
* Seeing the love of the teacher-student
* The thing is, you don't even get "good marks..
Don't even get good "grades" ...
* Only "literature" your "teacher"....
So the "reward" is not given by the teacher but by "God".
* I can never forget this "meeting"..
* They were the ones who "trimmed" me..
I was an "anonymous", "shapeless" * stone *..
So as much as possible, just prefer * "respect for the teacher" * and these are the only "ladders" of "success"..