A tree and a boy Kifayat Hussain

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A tree and a boy Kifayat Hussain

Thursday, 09 December 2010 09:56

Long ago, there was an apple tree. A little boy used to come and play around it. He used to climb the branches and eat its fruits. He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by. The little boy grew up and no longer played around the tree.

One day the boy came to the tree looking sad.

''Come play with me'', the tree said to the boy.

''I am no longer a kid. I don't play around the trees anymore'', the boy replied, '' I need money to buy things for me''. '' Sorry I don't have money but you can pluck all my apples and sell them. Then you will have money''.

The boy was very excited he grabbed all the apples and left happily. The boy never came back after plucking the apples. The tree was sad.

One day the boy (now a grown up) returned and the tree was excited. ''Come play with me,'' the tree said, '' I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me? ''Sorry, I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house'', said the tree.

So, the boy cut down all the branches and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never returned. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer, the boy (now a middle aged man) returned and the tree was delighted. '' Come play with me'', the tree said.

“I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?'' The boy said.

''Use my trunk to build your boat and you can sail far away and be happy'', replied the tree. So the boy cut the tree trunk to make the boat. He went sailing and never returned for a long time.

Finally, the boy returned (now an old man) after many years, '' Sorry my boy. But I don't have anything for you'', the tree said with tears. '' I don't need anything, just a place to rest. I am tired, after all these years'', the boy replied.

Moved by the boy's plight, the tree said,'' Good! Old tree roots are the best place lean on and rest''. The boy sat down. The tree was glad and smiled with tears.

This little story is for everyone. The tree is like our parents. When we are young, we love to play with them. When we grow up, we leave them and only come to them when we need something. No matter what, our parents are always to give us everything they can afford to, for our happiness. You may think the boy was cruel to the tree, but that is how most of us are.

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