Asim was my childhood best friend. He was very intelligent. He was beautiful and lucky, but very proud. In our small village, his family was highly respected. Every member of his family was respected in the eyes of Sharif and others.
Everyone in the village knew him and looked at him with envy. He took special care of the needy. The cost of many houses was borne by this house. He was also very wealthy, the sole owner of thousands of acres of land, many farms and gardens were his property.
Asim and I used to study together in the only school in the village. Everyone in the school respected us both. All the teachers loved Asim very much.
It was the only house in our village that smiled like a beautiful palace amidst lush gardens and lush green fields at the end of the settlement.
A canal was flowing behind him. Our education was also going very well. In the beginning Asim was also the owner of the next seat of the class like me, but gradually his attention was diverted from education. He became arrogant and now Our friendship was not the same as before.
He had lost his dignity with bad friends. As he grew older, he lost respect for his teachers. He had become accustomed to being proud of his family and his wealth. His bad habits began to show, but my relationship with him remained bad.
Whenever I would advise him, he would go to Brahman. Even so, I kept advising him. Many teachers tried to correct it, but to no avail. As the years went by, he was succeeding only because he was the beacon of a noble family. Otherwise, his abilities would not be sharpened and he would not be interested in any other art. He says that time is not always the same. He lived and something like this happened to Asim.
As our tenth test approached, one night, strong winds began to blow, which soon took the form of strong winds. The storm was raging. The morning came this year when the big trees had uprooted.
The storm had destroyed the entire crop. Many buildings had collapsed. The magnificent bungalows were also damaged. Thousands of people had died and Asim's entire family was in trouble. Only a few survived.
Among them was Asim. His parents had also passed away. At that time, Asim was about 18 years old. All his property had been destroyed and other people in the village had also suffered heavy losses. The only school in our village was destroyed by the storm.
At that time, the condition of Asim and me was indescribable. A few days later Asim gave up his education, but I continued my bad education and my friendship with Asim. I went to Lahore to pursue higher education. During this time I tried to take Asim with me. But he did not agree.
After some time, the letter and the book also ran out. Similarly, as the years passed, about 20 years later, he returned to his hometown and was promoted to a senior position in the education department. It was sad to learn that he sells ice cream in our neighborhood.
When I met him, he kept looking at me in frustration. After a while reminiscing about my childhood, when I was leaving, he raised his hand and said, "Dude, if you have some money, help me." Go I was very sorry to see her in this condition.
But it was all the result of his own mistakes. Beware! Asim's story teaches us to never disobey our elders and to give thanks instead of pride for the blessings bestowed by God Almighty.
Everyone in the village knew him and looked at him with envy. He took special care of the needy. The cost of many houses was borne by this house. He was also very wealthy, the sole owner of thousands of acres of land, many farms and gardens were his property.
Asim and I used to study together in the only school in the village. Everyone in the school respected us both. All the teachers loved Asim very much.
It was the only house in our village that smiled like a beautiful palace amidst lush gardens and lush green fields at the end of the settlement.
A canal was flowing behind him. Our education was also going very well. In the beginning Asim was also the owner of the next seat of the class like me, but gradually his attention was diverted from education. He became arrogant and now Our friendship was not the same as before.
He had lost his dignity with bad friends. As he grew older, he lost respect for his teachers. He had become accustomed to being proud of his family and his wealth. His bad habits began to show, but my relationship with him remained bad.
Whenever I would advise him, he would go to Brahman. Even so, I kept advising him. Many teachers tried to correct it, but to no avail. As the years went by, he was succeeding only because he was the beacon of a noble family. Otherwise, his abilities would not be sharpened and he would not be interested in any other art. He says that time is not always the same. He lived and something like this happened to Asim.
As our tenth test approached, one night, strong winds began to blow, which soon took the form of strong winds. The storm was raging. The morning came this year when the big trees had uprooted.
The storm had destroyed the entire crop. Many buildings had collapsed. The magnificent bungalows were also damaged. Thousands of people had died and Asim's entire family was in trouble. Only a few survived.
Among them was Asim. His parents had also passed away. At that time, Asim was about 18 years old. All his property had been destroyed and other people in the village had also suffered heavy losses. The only school in our village was destroyed by the storm.
At that time, the condition of Asim and me was indescribable. A few days later Asim gave up his education, but I continued my bad education and my friendship with Asim. I went to Lahore to pursue higher education. During this time I tried to take Asim with me. But he did not agree.
After some time, the letter and the book also ran out. Similarly, as the years passed, about 20 years later, he returned to his hometown and was promoted to a senior position in the education department. It was sad to learn that he sells ice cream in our neighborhood.
When I met him, he kept looking at me in frustration. After a while reminiscing about my childhood, when I was leaving, he raised his hand and said, "Dude, if you have some money, help me." Go I was very sorry to see her in this condition.
But it was all the result of his own mistakes. Beware! Asim's story teaches us to never disobey our elders and to give thanks instead of pride for the blessings bestowed by God Almighty.
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