Brotherhood

Frequently, we fight over small matters that do not deserve the struggle. With the passage of time, they grow and take a larger space than they deserve. The matter that makes its resolution an affair not easy, and thus we must try to find solutions before the problem intensifies and worsens. Perhaps the best solution can be in changing that perspective with which we look at the problem. Once there lived in one of the distant villages two neighboring brothers. The older was named Jamīl and the younger was named Jāksūn. The two were accustomed to living in love and happiness with each other’s company. Each of them possessed a farm with the other’s help. For forty years, the brothers lived in happiness and peace, exchanging agricultural labor and tasks and trade. ...

They lived in a beautiful farm, three brothers with their mother. They used to help their father with farm work. But they argued a lot, which saddened their father. The brothers did not stop arguing even on their way to market to sell their farm’s products of vegetables. One of them would lead the cart and one of them would hold the reins of the mules so that they would not fall to the ground. So they were arguing about which one of them would hold the cart and which one would hold the reins. They argued around each one of them about who would hold the cart and who would hold the reins. The cart was beautiful, and the mules were strong and wonderful. ...