In the school, the teacher promised the children a prize for first place in the test whoever came first would get new shoes. He said let’s draw a lot, whoever got the name will be given these new shoes and for the draw, everyone was asked to write their name on a piece of paper and put it in a box.
Astani mixed the pieces of paper in the box so that no one’s right would be lost and then took one in front of everyone, as soon as it opened it was written Wafa Abdul Kareem. . Because she was tired of old clothes and shoes. Father’s shadow lifted from his head and mother was helpless, so this gift of shoes meant a lot to her.
When Astani went home, she told this story to her husband while crying, on which he expressed happiness and discovered the reason for crying. He comes to his indifference. When I checked the other pieces of paper in the box, they all had written the same name “Wafa Abdul Kareem.” Those innocent children could feel the pain and anguish of the helplessness on the face of Wafa Abdul Kareem but not us. I’m sorry.
A teacher of mine used to tell that the best training is to instill in children a feeling and practice of generosity. It is written in the books about many of our predecessors that they did not give alms, alms and zakat with their own hands, but gave it to their children and distributed it to them. And the feeling of the poor and the helpless is created.