THE BOY AND THE
APPLE TREE
(The best story)
A long time ago, there
was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it every day.
He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, and took a nap under the shadow. He
loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by, the little
boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day. One day,
the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.
“Come and play with
me”, the tree asked the boy.
“I am no longer a kid,
I do not play around trees anymore” the boy replied.
“I want toys. I need
money to buy them.”
“Sorry, but I do not
have money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have
money.”
The boy was so
excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never
came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
One day, the boy who
now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited.
“Come and play with
me” the tree said.
“I do not have time to
play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help
me?”
“Sorry, but I do not
have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the
man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see
him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and
sad. One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted.
“Come and play with
me!” the tree said.
“I am getting old. I
want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” said the man.
“Use my trunk to build
your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.”
So the man cut the
tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the man returned after many years. “Sorry, my boy. But I do not have
anything for you anymore. No more apples for you”, the tree said. “No problem,
I do not have any teeth to bite” the man replied.
“No more trunk for you
to climb on.” “I am too old for that now” the man said. “I really cannot give
you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots,” the tree said with tears.
“I do not need much
now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,” the man replied.
“Good! Old tree roots
are the best place to lean on and rest, come sit down with me and rest.” The
man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.
This is a story of
everyone. The tree is like our parents. When we were young, we loved to play
with our Mum and Dad. When we grow up, we leave them; only come to them when we
need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always
be there and give everything they could just to make you happy.
You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that
is how all of us treat our parents. We take them for granted; we don’t
appreciate all they do for us, until it’s too late. Wallahi, May Allah forgives
us of our shortcomings and may He guide us.
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