My teacher beat me a lot one day. I scolded him as much as I could. ..But he was taught to me, one day he was on a bicycle, he was quite old. His feet were swollen due to sugar. Said Rizwan. I ran away from the car
He was very happy to see me. He folded his hands and said in a weak voice, “Forgive me, my friend, I hurt you a lot. But I used to beat you so that you become something and today you are in some position.” But I cried seeing that my student is sitting in a big car today. Son, you can’t imagine my happiness. And cried.
I was punched on the chest. I pressed them to my chest. The whole road was watching this scene. Then they kissed their feet. We. Both the teachers and students hugged and cried.
There was a wonderful smell coming from his chest, I felt peace in his chest. Eternal peace. The servant who walked the path, who found out, cried seeing the love of the teacher and the student. It is that even if you don’t get good marks, you don’t even get good grades. If you only obey your teacher, God gives the reward, not the teacher. I can never forget this meeting. I was an anonymous shapeless stone