Help Poor Before They Question?

 


There was a period of English in a well-known government college for women when a student started crying loudly. The teacher stopped teaching and ran to her and asked her very gently. What is the matter, why is my daughter crying? He sobbed and replied, "My fee money has been stolen. It was kept in a bag. Someone has taken it out."


 The teacher pointed to a girl and told her to close the door of the room so that no one would go out. Everyone would be searched. The teacher searched the students from the front three and then checked the pockets of the students in the whole class and searched the seats. Directed


 After a while, the class suddenly resounded with noise due to the repetition of two girls. The teacher got up from his chair and said, "What's the matter?" Miss searching student said ...


 Kausar is not allowing her bag to be searched ...


 The teacher immediately said that the money would have been stolen by him. Kausar did not speak anxiously. No miss i'm not a thief


 "If you are not thief, then let's search the bag."


 Kausar held the book bag tightly to his chest. "No, I will not search."


 The teacher stepped forward and tried to snatch the bag from Kausar but she could not succeed. She got angry. The teacher slapped Kausar on the face and she started crying loudly.


 The teacher then stepped forward. He had just raised his hand to slap the student when a terrifying sound echoed.


 Stop. 


The teacher looked back and saw that she was the principal. I don't know when someone informed her.


 She instructed the student and teacher to come to his office and returned.


 The principal asked what was the matter. The teacher told all the stories.


 She asked the student very gently, "Did you steal the money?" "No," she nodded.


 There were tears in Kausar's eyes.


 Speak to the principal calmly, "Why did you refuse when all the students were searching?"


 Kausar silently stared at Madam. Two big tears came out of his eyes and spread on his face.


 The teacher wanted to say something, the principal raised her hand and stopped her. The principal's heart was not ready to see the student's face and consider her a thief. Then why did she want to become a spectacle instead of searching.


 What's the secret She began to think


 And then after some thought she told the teacher to go to class ...


 With great love, the principal seated Kausar on the seat in front of him and then inquired. She quietly handed over his bag to him. The principal opened the bag with eagerness, curiosity with beating heart.


 But it also came out with a black bloated shopper bag with copies of books.


 The student felt as if her heart had come out of her chest. Kausar's hiccups stopped. The principal opened the shopper and she saw half-eaten burgers, samosas and pieces of pizza, some kebabs and chicken herbs dipped in curd sauce.


 The whole matter was understood by the principal.


 She woke up with a trembling being, hugged the weeping Kausar and started crying herself ...


 "I don't have an elder brother," Kausar said.


 The other 3 siblings are younger than him. Dad started to get sick before retirement. There is no other breadwinner in the house. He does not get a pension. One day she was forced to go hungry. One night she was starving. Hunger and exhaustion made it difficult to walk.


 When I passed a piece of kebab in front of my ear, I saw some bread crumbs and half a piece of chicken in the garbage. I picked it up and drank it from a nearby tap. I thanked God.


 Then it happened many times. One day, sitting on the floor of the shop, my stomach was full of hell. The owner of the shop came and when he saw me, he just stared at me. He understood that he proved to be a kind and compassionate person. I told him the truth about my situation. He felt very sorry for him. Now he sometimes sends me food to my house and puts leftover food, burgers etc. in the daily shopper. Puts a special place outside the store.


 Which I pick up when I come to college and put in a bag of books and take home when I go home.

 My mother and father knows that.

 I have seen many times when people eat leftover food, we eat they have tears in their eyes. 

My youngest sister and brother don't know anything, so they snatch it from each other and eat it.

 Please take care of such white-clad people around you ..... they prefer their honor to poverty, take care of the honor of such people, Allah will take care of your honor .....

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