Moral-Tale

One of the kings had an intelligent son named Sa’id. The king’s happiest moments were those when he sat with his son and told him about the heroism of his soldiers and his courage. The prince would spend hours listening to his father. He would be very annoyed if anyone interrupted these pleasant sessions with his father the king. But the king’s burdens were many, so he had to meet his soldiers and officers to ensure the kingdom’s affairs were in order. The king always advised his son and said to him, “You must have friends, O Sa’id.” Sa’id asked him one day, “How do I choose my true friend, Father?” His father said to him, “You must test the one you befriend to be sure of his love and sincerity toward you. There is a funny test you can do. ...

Laziness is a blameworthy trait. Our true religion has warned us against it and asked us to be active Muslims, for activity is part of hard work. We are required to work hard, continuously, and at a high level so that our Arab nations can rise, advance, and compete with other nations in progress, science, and elevation. But did Filfil realize all these matters? On the morning of one of the bright days, the teacher Sumaya went to her school to meet her dear children, the male and female students, and give them their lessons as they were all accustomed. The students were waiting for her lessons with great enthusiasm, for she was accustomed to telling them a story containing many, many lessons and morals. As soon as she entered the classroom, the students cheered and smiled at her. ...

One summer night, the Sultan went out to stroll through the city after feeling some sudden distress. He shouted at one of his guards to bring his chief to go out on a tour with him. This Sultan was accustomed to strolling through the city from time to time in disguise. As soon as his guard chief met him, the Sultan began, saying, “Come, let’s go out for a walk; I feel distressed.” His guard chief agreed and went out with him, strolling among the city streets. ...

In ancient times, there was a traveler known as Abu al-Nadhr. This man was constantly traveling, going here and there in God’s vast earth. He had been accustomed to this throughout his life. One of his characteristics was that he left for himself a friend in every town he visited. When he reached seventy years of age, he decided to return to Basra once again to visit one of his old friends named Abu al-Yasar. ...

Little Omar was sitting in front of the TV next to his father, watching a football match together and listening to the commentator’s comments. Here he heard him shouting at the player, “Come on, Majid, quickly! You must be quick for such kicks.” Omar paid attention to this conversation and turned to ask his father. He asked him how he could always tell him that “in deliberation, safety,” while this commentator was shouting that speed and haste were required. How was this, and was it reasonable to be hasty in any matter? His father answered him, patting him on the shoulders, “The player will not hear this commentator’s shout, and the whole matter is nothing more than stirring up excitement and nothing more. Rather, the correctness lies in not being hasty and in deliberation that achieves great victory.” Omar, who was always hasty by nature and did not like deliberation, was not convinced and waited for an answer that would suit his haste. ...

In the commercial center, at the exit door from the cinema, there is a door with a sign that whoever passes now should hold the door for the next one. The door remembers a story that happened! Strolling in the Commercial Center and Watching the Movie: Once, in some days, Majid went with his mother to watch an animated movie at the Joy Cinema in that commercial center. When the movie screening ended, everyone gathered immediately and headed toward the exit door. This door was very strange! ...

In a solitary garden, beautiful in its corners, good in character, lived a violet contented among her peers, swaying joyfully among the grass stems. On one morning, crowned with dewdrops, she raised her head and looked around her. She saw a rose stretching toward the heights with a slender stature and a head towering proudly as if it were a flame of fire above a lamp made of emerald. The Violet: The violet opened her blue mouth and sighed, saying, “How little is my fortune among the flowers, and how low is my station among them! Nature created me small and insignificant. I live clinging to the earth’s surface and cannot raise my stature toward the blueness of the sky or turn my face toward the sun as the roses do.” ...

A sign reading “Small Dogs for Sale” was hanging on the wall of a shop. When a small boy reached it, he entered and asked about the price of the dogs. The seller told him that each puppy was sold for about three hundred lira. Buying the Puppy: The boy extended his hand into his pocket and found a generous amount of money. When he knew he could buy a puppy, he asked the seller to see the dogs in the shop. The seller whistled for the dogs, and a large dog came out, with five puppies walking behind her. One of the puppies was lagging behind his brothers in walking. The way that puppy walked caught the attention of this small boy, so he asked the seller, “Why is this puppy limping?” ...

One cannot ignore nature and its instincts under any circumstances, for what you think has changed for your sake may not be the case. God, the Exalted and Sublime, created all His creatures with different characteristics and natures, including the tame and the ferocious, and in his dealings with these animals, man should not forget this difference. Once, in a beautiful village on the outskirts of India, a man named Bahu was accustomed to living alone in his house. He loved animals very much and wanted to keep a pet for himself to keep him company. One day, while walking along the road to the village, he saw a snake with beautiful colors searching for food. Bahu was so impressed with the snake that he decided to keep it as a pet to raise in his house. ...

It is told that a well-to-do farmer once lived with his wife and five children in a village in the countryside. This farmer lived off the cultivation of his land, providing for his family from its bounty. However, during one particular planting season, the rains were withheld; they did not fall as they usually did to water his small field. The farmer grew deeply saddened, and he began to sing, pleading for the rain to fall, but the sky remained dry. ...