Moral Story: “Yousuf and Ibrahim”
One-night Yousuf was sleeping in his
tent. At midnight a stranger entered his tent and said, “I am weary and hungry.
The police is after me. I have no place to take shelter. You are called “the
good among all our tribes. Please give me food and shelter for tonight.” Yousuf
said, “Apparently this tent belongs to me. But in fact, it belongs to God. Be
at peace. Eat what you like. That night Yousuf entertained his guest in every
way. Early next morning he awakened the guest and said to him, “Take this gold.
My swiftest horse is standing at the door. Ride away as soon as you can lest
you should be caught.”
The stranger was much moved by Yousuf’s
kindness. He knelt down and said, “I cannot leave you thus. I am that wretched
Ibrahim who killed your eldest son. Now you may do with me whatever you like.”
Yousuf was a noble hearted man. He said, “Take thrice the gold and ride away as
fast as you can. My black thought of revenge will ride away with you. I have
been avenged.”
Moral:
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Forgiveness is the best revenge
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