A student asked his teacher: Teacher! How will it be calculated in the hereafter? The teacher paused a little, then got up from his place and distributed some money among all the students. He gave one hundred rupees to the first boy, seventy-five to the second, sixty to the third, fifty to the fourth, twenty-five to the fifth, ten to the sixth, five to the seventh. , and gave only one rupee to the boy who asked the question.
The student was undoubtedly shocked and saddened by this action of the teacher, he was feeling insulted that how could the teacher consider him the lowest and least deserving?
The teacher looked at everyone with a smile and said: All the boys have a holiday, you all go and spend all this money, now we will meet on Saturday at the village baker’s oven. On Saturday, all the students arrived at the baker’s oven, where the teacher was already waiting for everyone present. After all the boys had arrived, the teacher told them that each of you will climb this oven and give me an account of where you have spent your money.
The first boy, who had received one hundred rupees, was placed on the mandir of the burning oven and the teacher asked; Tell me, how the hundred rupees given by me were spent. Disturbed by the heat of the flames coming out of the burning oven and the heat of the hot temple, the boy would put one foot and lift the other, remember the money spent and say: I had taken jaggery for five, tea for ten, grapes for twenty, five rupees. The breads And so on for the rest of the expenses. The boy’s feet were burning fiercely, while the rest of his body was burning from the flames coming out of the oven, even in such a short time he felt thirsty and his words started to falter. Barely calculated and got down.
Then came the second boy, then the third, and so on, until it was the turn of the boy who had received one rupee. The teacher also told him you should go to the oven and give your account. The boy hurried up to the oven, said without pause that I had bought a bunch of coriander for the house for a rupee, and at the same time, smiling, got down and stood in front of the teacher, while the rest of the boys were still in a daze. They were sitting and cooling their feet by pouring water on them.
The teacher drew the attention of all the boys and told this boy in particular: Children: This was a small scenario of the reckoning of the Day of Judgment. Every man shall be reckoned according to what he has been given. The boy looked at the teacher lovingly and said: I am jealous of the little you gave me and I love your gift. However, the example of Allah Ta’ala is very high.
May Allah Ta’ala save us from the severity of His reckoning and deal with us with forgiveness and mercy. Amen,
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Thank you, Jazak Allah.