Hatim Tai and the Poor Woodcutter Story
Hatim Tai and the Poor Woodcutter Story: I extended my hands to remove the burden from his head, so he immediately retreated. Then he placed his burden on the ground and said that a man should carry his own burden, riding on people’s shoulders is only a grave. leads to
Hundreds of years ago, a man named Hatim was born in a tribe of Arabs. He was so generous that the stories of his generosity were known all over the world. Whoever came to his door, got his needs fulfilled. It is said that he was very fond of one of his horses. The horse was also loyal to his owner. One day, some guests came to his house around midnight. Coincidentally, Hatim did not have anything to invite his guests at that time. It was also very difficult to manage at night.
Hatim Tai slaughtered his favorite horse and invited the guests and kept a hospitality lodge. Once he invited the chiefs of Arabs. On that day forty camels were slaughtered. The feast ended, the chiefs started talking to each other.
The conversation turned to Hatim Tai’s generosity. A chief said, “A free heart like Hatim has never been born and will never be born.” Why not ask this question to Hatim.
A chief said. So Hatim was asked if he had seen or heard of a person more strict and noble than himself.
Hatim bowed his head and thought for a long time and then smiled and said, “The name of giving away a lot of wealth and wealth is not generosity. To me, a generous and great person is the one who, for his own greatest benefit, even the smallest kindness to someone.” Do not accept. I saw a person in my life whose heart was bigger than mine.
He must be the king of a country, who will have a huge treasure. No, friends! There is no such thing. Hatim Tai answered, “He was a woodcutter.” All the chiefs saw a host in surprise, then Hatim said: “One day I invited the whole city, after feeding the guests, I went to the forest.” went out
There I saw an old man. He was carrying a heavy bundle of wood on his head, the weight of which was bending his back. His tattered old clothes were soaked in sweat. I felt pity. Kar decided to help him and said “Baba ji! I want to talk to you a few words.”
Saying this, I extended my hands to remove the burden from his head, but he immediately retreated. Then he placed his burden on the ground and said. “Man should carry his own burden, riding on people’s shoulders is only taken to the grave. “But Babaji! Why are you working so hard at this age?”
So what should I do? asked the jealous woodcutter with a smile. Hatem Tai lives in your city. He feeds hundreds of people every day. Why don’t you go to his door! After hearing this, the woodcutter stared at me and said very indifferently, “Hatim has two hands, God has also given me two hands. What a shame that I should eat the bread earned by him. By taking someone’s favor.” Better to carry a pile of dead wood on my head.
All the chiefs were surprised and looked at Hatim, then Hatim said, “That poor man had a bigger heart than me.” Dear children, instead of depending on others, it is honorable to earn your livelihood with your own hands.
