Everyone in the village called him a drunk

They had a reservation towards him. He, Mido never talked or commented on it. He always looked miserable, sleepless. Very often unshaven. He betrayed a man who had had enough of everything. He halaled himself with life. But his people were happy with him. They loved him, even though he was like that. In the dilapidated house he inherited from his father, he lived with his wife Dink and three children.

He worked in a local construction company. After working hours and privately. He earned well. He was a great master. A bricklayer. People would say: "He has golden hands, but brother, he drinks a lot. It's not good for himself."

No one could fathom the depths of sadness that made him do it. To drink. Every day. He had no other vices. He would know how to go to the mosque often. He insisted on it. But there he was. The family loved him. And he loved them. a lot, endlessly..Everyone was weird.Then one day he got seriously ill.Brains.They took him to the hospital.

After a few days he came home, visibly physically collapsed and with the left side of his body taken away. He spoke with difficulty. He was taken care of. Then one day he left. It was not particularly difficult for anyone, except his closest ones.

And then after the funeral he told a story that stunned us all. Mido inherited a large estate from his father. In that division of property, his two sisters were a little "deprived." There was a sick boy in the place where they lived. of all.Money for treatment the most.Mido divided the part he inherited from his father into three parts.Sisters and a sick boy.He was left with only the old house and garden.

Thanks to his gesture, the boy was healed and the sisters were satisfied and the family injustice was corrected. However, Midu was grieved that he was not able to help his mother like the boy. He loved her very much. Be careful. She would know how to bless him: " That everything you touch turns to gold ”.

But he didn't have money then. And she couldn't be cured. And that was the turning point that took him to alcohol. Mido left a will that said: "My dear wife, my children. If you are reading this, I am no more. I left 100,000 euros in the children's bank account and my dear wife, 50,000 euros. This savings for the children, provided that they spend it on studying at the university. If possible abroad. And dear to you, let it be found for you. Don't be. " muftač ”to anyone.Here, I hope you won't blame me for hiding this from you.I hope you won't blame me for the time I spent over a glass.I loved my mother.It was hard for me.And please agree.To be careful and love your mother. And to preserve the memory of me. To remember me beautifully. Sometimes you remember me with the Fatiha. I love you all. Mido. "

After this, everyone was speechless. They went home in silence. Mido taught us a lesson even when he was dead. A lesson to never judge people. To fix ourselves. To love and respect our own…