Once upon a time a good boy named Rizwan lived in a small town with his parents.
Rizwan’s sister was about to marry.Her mother made a jewellery and precious clothes as
well,Thusand of rupees in locker and too many precious item as well.House was being
decorated.Rizwan was so intelligent but he had an issue with his habbit of telling a truth,Truth is
a good habbit but in his case he could not hide any secret of his family whenever anybody came
to ask him anything about his family he used to say truth.
His parents used to make him understand about that “Telling a truth is good but sometime hiding a truth is important and essential”.Rizwan used to say “Truth is truth and truth always solves issues”.Oneday one uncle came to see his father because he wanted some money and he was sticky man.Rizwan’s father told him to not tell about me just because of his bad habbit of borrowing money.Father said marriage is near I can’t give him any penny.Rizwan was too good he did what was truth.He said to uncle about each and everything.
When Uncle came he said Papa is inside and he said to not to tell you about him.Sticky uncle was too sharpe and clever,he tried to ask more about his father’s views about himself.Rizwan Said father told me that you are sticky and money loner.Sticky uncle went with angerness.He went back and said to his father:”Problem was solved”.Next day that uncle and Rizwan’s father had a great fight on what he saying to him.When father came he tried to beat Rizwan but his mom saved him anyhow.
Rizwan’s father said your truth will ruin us oneday.Oneday there was no one in house sister was out and parents were in market to buy dowry.One man knocked the door and starting coughing.Rizwan said Oh! Well Who?.Uncle said about his poors days and bad condition.May I sit in your garden.Rizwan said:”Yeap”.He asked there is anyone in house,your parents etc.Rizwan said:”No one”.
Uncle said Are you poor my child as me?.Rizwan said not at all my father is not poor my sister is about to marry.Uncle: Oh! What about arrangements.Rizwan said:”All done”,Jewellery etc are done and they are in home.Uncle:”May I see them”.Rizwan:”You can see but it is in locker,I can’t open it”.Uncle said:”Ok,I believe,Please bring a Roti to me I am hungry.”Rizwan went inside and Uncle went outside and made a sign with hands to 3 men.Then ran inside the house and shut the door.Rizwan came with Roti but he surprized after watching all of them.They all had guns.Uncle said:”Shut your mouth up,Child or we will shot you”.They went inside and silently they broke the locker with right technique.They also packed bags with money and jewellery then they went quickly.Rizwan kept carrying but there was no use of split milk.
Moral:” Sometime Truth ruins you”
His parents used to make him understand about that “Telling a truth is good but sometime hiding a truth is important and essential”.Rizwan used to say “Truth is truth and truth always solves issues”.Oneday one uncle came to see his father because he wanted some money and he was sticky man.Rizwan’s father told him to not tell about me just because of his bad habbit of borrowing money.Father said marriage is near I can’t give him any penny.Rizwan was too good he did what was truth.He said to uncle about each and everything.
When Uncle came he said Papa is inside and he said to not to tell you about him.Sticky uncle was too sharpe and clever,he tried to ask more about his father’s views about himself.Rizwan Said father told me that you are sticky and money loner.Sticky uncle went with angerness.He went back and said to his father:”Problem was solved”.Next day that uncle and Rizwan’s father had a great fight on what he saying to him.When father came he tried to beat Rizwan but his mom saved him anyhow.
Rizwan’s father said your truth will ruin us oneday.Oneday there was no one in house sister was out and parents were in market to buy dowry.One man knocked the door and starting coughing.Rizwan said Oh! Well Who?.Uncle said about his poors days and bad condition.May I sit in your garden.Rizwan said:”Yeap”.He asked there is anyone in house,your parents etc.Rizwan said:”No one”.
Uncle said Are you poor my child as me?.Rizwan said not at all my father is not poor my sister is about to marry.Uncle: Oh! What about arrangements.Rizwan said:”All done”,Jewellery etc are done and they are in home.Uncle:”May I see them”.Rizwan:”You can see but it is in locker,I can’t open it”.Uncle said:”Ok,I believe,Please bring a Roti to me I am hungry.”Rizwan went inside and Uncle went outside and made a sign with hands to 3 men.Then ran inside the house and shut the door.Rizwan came with Roti but he surprized after watching all of them.They all had guns.Uncle said:”Shut your mouth up,Child or we will shot you”.They went inside and silently they broke the locker with right technique.They also packed bags with money and jewellery then they went quickly.Rizwan kept carrying but there was no use of split milk.
Moral:” Sometime Truth ruins you”
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