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Once upon a time, a group of students struggled under the watchful eye of their strict teacher, who rarely granted them a moment of respite. Though they often schemed to distract him, their plans always fell short. One day, the cleverest among them, a boy known for his cunning, devised a plan that seemed foolproof. Gathering his classmates after school, he explained: "Tomorrow, we’ll convince the teacher he’s unwell. I’ll start by asking why he looks pale and weak. Then, one by one, you all repeat the same concern. If thirty of us say it, he’ll begin to doubt himself. He might even dismiss us for the day!” Excited by the prospect, the students swore to stick to the plan. The next morning, the clever boy approached the teacher first. “Good morning, sir. Are you feeling okay? You look pale,” he said with exaggerated concern. “I’m fine. Sit down!” barked the teacher, brushing off the comment. But as more students arrived, each echoed the same sentiment. “Sir, you look unwell,” they s...

A scrawny jackal stumbled upon a puddle of paint and, after rolling around in it, emerged covered in bright colors: red on one side, yellow on the other, with white paws, a green tail, and a blue chest. Admiring himself, he fancied he looked more magnificent than a peacock. Proud and conceited, he returned to his pack, strutting among his fellow jackals with an air of superiority. The others, unimpressed, asked, “What’s with these colors? You’re just a plain jackal like the rest of us. Why this sudden arrogance?” Ignoring their remarks, the painted jackal declared himself a divine creation, more glorious than any jackal. One jackal approached and asked, “Are you trying to deceive us or make us jealous? Either way, none of us are impressed. You’ll soon reveal your true colors.” But the painted jackal, still full of pride, responded, “Behold my dazzling beauty! Kneel before my majesty. I’m no jackal; I’m an exquisite peacock, as luminous as Jupiter!” The jackals, seeing through his delus...

In a Levantine town where most people had not embraced Islam, there lived a muezzin whose voice was, quite frankly, unbearable. When he climbed the minaret to call people to prayer, his discordant tone sent everyone scrambling to escape the sound. Elders constantly begged him to stop, insisting his efforts were driving people away from the faith rather than drawing them closer. Yet, the muezzin paid no heed. He persisted, day after day, delivering his cacophonous call with unwavering confidence. One morning, just before dawn, a well-dressed man arrived in the town, holding a tray of sweets and lit candles. He went from person to person, asking for directions to the muezzin. His peculiar request caught the townspeople off guard. “Why are you looking for him?” one man asked, his curiosity piqued. “To express my gratitude,” the visitor replied. “His call has brought peace to my home.” The gathered townspeople exchanged baffled looks. “Peace?” someone blurted out. “How could his dreadful v...

 As the caravan ground to a halt at dusk, the day’s journey had left the four men weary and hungry. They gathered around the crackling fire, drawn together by necessity but divided by a wall of language. Each man hailed from a different land—there was a Persian, an Arab, a Turk, and a Greek from the Sultanate of Rûm. Their clothes were worn, their faces marked by hardship, and their spirits chilled by the biting evening wind. None of them exchanged a word as they settled in, for the languages they spoke were foreign to each other. The silence, however, was soon broken by a kind-hearted man who had observed their plight. Taking pity on the four, he approached them with a small sum of money, offering it with a simple instruction: “Buy something to fill your bellies.” With that, he disappeared into the night, leaving them in stunned silence. The Persian, eager to make a decision, spoke up first, his voice filled with determination. "We should buy angur," he declared. His eyes sp...

The other day I was reading the Holy Quran I came across the commandments given to Muslims in Chapter 17 ( Surah Israa ), I found that similar commandments are also found in the  Old and New Testaments (the  10 commandments and the  seven deadly sins ), and even in non-Semitic religions, i.e., Buddhism .  People who have read those will find the similarity here (as the Holy Quran confirms what is in the previous books and makes corrections where necessary).  Don’t associate any partner with God. (Chapter: Surah Israa 17, Verse 22) Worship Him alone. (Chapter 17, Verse 23) Respect and Good behavior towards parents. (17, 23) Keeping the ties of Kinship. (17, 26)   Spending in the way of Allah on relatives, destitute, and way-travelers . Avoiding wasting wealth. (17, 26) Don’t kill your children out of fear of poverty. (17, 31) Avoiding extramarital relationship/fornication . (17, 32) Don’t kill the innocent. (17, 33) Don’t devour the wealth of orphans/wido...