A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come
and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples,
took a nap under the shadow. He loved the tree and
the tree loved to play with him.
Time went by. The little boy had grown up and he no longer played around
the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.
"Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy.
"I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore."
The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them."
"Sorry, but I don't have money. But you can pick all my apples and sell them.
So, you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples
on the tree and left happily.
The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited.
"Come and play with me" the tree said.
"I don't have time to play. I have to work for family.
We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?"
"Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches
to build your house."So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily.
The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then.
The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted.
"Come and play with me!" the tree said. The boy said, "I am sad and getting old.
I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?"
"Use my truck to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."
So the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat. He went sailing
and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry, my boy.
But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you."
the tree said.
"I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied.
"No more truck for you to climb on"
"I am too old for that now" the boy said.
"I really can't give you anything. The only thing left is my dying roots."
the tree said with tears.
"I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years."
the boy replied."Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest.
Come, come sit down with me and rest."
The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.
I’brah huna:
This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were young,
we loved to play with Mom and Dad. When we grown up, we left them,
only came to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.
No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could
to make u happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but tats how all of us
treating our parents. So Respect Parents and help them when they really need you,
Love them,Take care of them as they take care of you when you was small baby.
Allah/God Will be happy with you if you keep your parents happy.
:-)
redhaAllahu fi redhalwalidain
-mawar berduri-