The Blind Son : āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϧ āĻĒ⧁āĻ¤ā§ā§°


The Blind Son


Once, some people were sitting together in a train compartment. Among them were two friends and, a father and his son. As the train started to move, the excited son said, "Look, the train is moving and things are moving backwards." His father gave a smile. As the train moved faster, the son screamed, "The trees are green and run backwards!" His father nodded his head in agreement. Now, the group of friends found all this very strange. One of them made fun of the son and shouted, "I think he is mad!" The father, on hearing this, remained calm. Then he explained to the boys, "My son was born blind. He was operated upon and got his vision a few days. He is seeing things for the first time in his life." The boys was taken aback. Both of them were ashamed and apologized to the father and the son.


Moral: Do not judge in haste.


āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϧ āĻĒ⧁āĻ¤ā§ā§° (The Blind Son)


āĻāĻŦāĻžā§° āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁āĻŽāĻžāύ āϞ⧋āĻ• ⧰⧇'āϞāĻ—āĻžāĻĄāĻŧ⧀⧰ āĻāϟāĻž āĻĄāĻŦāĻžāϤ āĻāϕ⧇āϞāϗ⧇ āĻŦāĻšāĻŋ āφāĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ āϤ⧇āĻ“āρāϞ⧋āϕ⧰ āĻŽāĻžāϜāϤ āĻĻ⧁āϜāύ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϧ⧁ āφ⧰⧁ āĻāϜāύ āĻĒāĻŋāϤ⧃ āϤ⧇āĻ“āρ⧰ āĻĒ⧁āĻ¤ā§ā§°āϏāĻš āφāĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ ⧰⧇'āϞāĻ—āĻžāĻĄāĻŧā§€ āϚāϞāĻŋāĻŦāϞ⧈ āφ⧰āĻŽā§āĻ­ āϕ⧰āĻžāϤ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤ⧇āϜāĻŋāϤ āĻĒ⧁āĻ¤ā§ā§°āĻŸā§‹ā§ąā§‡ āĻ•'āϞ⧇, “āϚāĻžāĻ“āĻ•! ⧰⧇'āϞāĻ—āĻžāĻĄāĻŧā§€ āϚāϞāĻŋāĻŦāϞ⧈ āφ⧰āĻŽā§āĻ­ āϕ⧰āĻŋāϛ⧇, āφ⧰⧁ āĻŦāĻžāĻšāĻŋā§°ā§° āϏāĻ•āϞ⧋ āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āϤ⧁ āĻĒāĻŋāĻ›āĻĢāĻžāϞ⧇ āĻ—ā§ˆ āĻĨāĻ•āĻž āϝ⧇āύ āϞāĻžāĻ—āĻŋāϛ⧇āĨ¤”


āϤ⧇āĻ“āρ⧰ āĻĒāĻŋāϤ⧃āϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻšāĻžāρāĻšāĻŋ āĻŽāĻžā§°āĻŋ āĻŽā§‚ā§° āĻœā§‹āĻ•āĻžā§°āĻŋāϞ⧇āĨ¤ ⧰⧇'āϞāĻ—āĻžāĻĄāĻŧā§€ āφ⧰⧁ āĻŦ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ āĻŦ⧇āϗ⧇⧰⧇ āϚāϞāĻŋāĻŦāϞ⧈ āϧ⧰āĻžāϤ āĻĒ⧁āĻ¤ā§ā§°āĻŸā§‹ā§ąā§‡ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ⧇⧰⧇ āϚāĻŋāĻžā§°āĻŋ āωāĻ āĻŋāϞ, “āϚāĻžāĻ“āĻ•! āĻ—āĻ›āĻŦā§‹ā§° āϏ⧇āωāĻœā§€āϝāĻŧāĻž, āφ⧰⧁ āϏāĻŋāĻšāρāϤ āĻĒāĻŋāĻ›āĻĢāĻžāϞ⧇ āĻĻ⧌⧰āĻŋ āĻĨāĻ•āĻž āϝ⧇āύ āϞāĻžāĻ—āĻŋāϛ⧇!” āĻĒāĻŋāϤ⧃āϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĒ⧁āύ⧰ āĻŽā§‚ā§° āĻœā§‹āĻ•āĻžā§°āĻŋ āϏāĻ¨ā§āĻŽāϤāĻŋ āϜāύāĻžāϞ⧇āĨ¤ āĻāχ āϏāĻ•āϞ⧋ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋ āϏ⧇āχ āĻĻ⧁āϜāύ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ§ā§ā§ąā§‡ āĻŦāĻŋāώāϝāĻŧāĻŸā§‹ āĻ…āϤāĻŋ āφāϚ⧰āĻŋāϤ āĻŦ⧁āϞāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāĻŋāϞ⧇āĨ¤ āϤ⧇āĻ“āρāϞ⧋āϕ⧰ āĻāϜāύ⧇āχ āĻšāĻžāρāĻšāĻŋ āϕ⧰āĻŋ āĻ•'āϞ⧇, “āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧ, āĻāχ āϞ'ā§°āĻžāĻŸā§‹ āĻĒāĻžāĻ—āϞ!”


āĻāχ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻļ⧁āύāĻŋāĻ“ āĻĒāĻŋāϤ⧃āϜāύ āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϤ āĻšā§ˆ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ āϤāĻžā§° āĻĒāĻŋāĻ›āϤ āϤ⧇āĻ“āρ āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϤāĻ­āĻžā§ąā§‡ āĻ•'āϞ⧇, “āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻĒ⧁āĻ¤ā§ā§° āϜāĻ¨ā§āĻŽā§°ā§‡ āĻĒā§°āĻž āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϧ āφāĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁āĻĻāĻŋāύ āφāĻ—āϤ⧇ āϤ⧇āĻ“āρ⧰ āϚāϕ⧁⧰ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āĻ¤ā§ā§°ā§‹āĻĒāϚāĻžā§° āĻšā§ˆāĻ›āĻŋāϞ āφ⧰⧁ āĻāϤāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻž āϤ⧇āĻ“āρ āĻĻ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋāĻļāĻ•ā§āϤāĻŋ āϞāĻžāĻ­ āϕ⧰āĻŋāϛ⧇āĨ¤ āĻœā§€ā§ąāύāϤ āĻĒā§ā§°āĻĨāĻŽāĻŦāĻžā§°ā§° āĻŦāĻžāĻŦ⧇ āϤ⧇āĻ“āρ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋā§ąā§€āĻ–āύ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāϛ⧇āĨ¤ āϏ⧇āχāĻŦāĻžāĻŦ⧇āχ āϏāĻŋ āχāĻŽāĻžāύ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻŋāϤāĨ¤” āĻāχ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻļ⧁āύāĻŋ āĻĻ⧁āϝāĻŧā§‹āϜāύ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϧ⧁ āĻšāϤāĻŦāĻžāĻ• āĻšā§ˆ āĻ—'āϞāĨ¤ āϤ⧇āĻ“āρāϞ⧋āϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāϜ⧰ āϭ⧁āϞ āĻŦ⧁āϜāĻŋ āĻĒāĻŋāϤ⧃ āφ⧰⧁ āĻĒ⧁āĻ¤ā§ā§°ā§° āĻ“āϚ⧰āϤ āφāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧰āĻŋāĻ•āĻ­āĻžā§ąā§‡ āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāĻž āĻŦāĻŋāϚāĻžā§°āĻŋāϞ⧇āĨ¤


āύ⧈āϤāĻŋāĻ• āĻļāĻŋāĻ•ā§āώāĻž (Moral): āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒā§‚ā§°ā§āĻŖ āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝ āύāĻžāϜāĻžāύāĻŋ āϤāϤāĻžāϤ⧈āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻ•ā§ˆ āĻ•āĻžāϕ⧋ āĻŦāĻŋāϚāĻžā§° āĻŦāĻž āϏāĻŽāĻžāϞ⧋āϚāύāĻž āϕ⧰āĻž āωāϚāĻŋāϤ āύāĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤

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