The story is old, but as long as this world exists and there is this animal in it that has a tongue in its mouth and is always talking about itself. No story is old, because just as history keeps repeating itself, it also keeps repeating its deeds. So this old story is also repeating itself once again, the only difference is that the old story was about an individual and this story is about a country. A boy whose parents died in an accident, all his relatives fell in love and sympathy with him, everyone took him to their homes, fed him, and took care of him. Thus, he became spoiled by the pampering of his relatives.
He did not do any work, he would feel hungry all day or lie on the bed, whenever he felt hungry or needed something, he would go to a relative's house. The relatives tolerated him until he became young, but his behavior was the same of free eating. Fed up, the relatives decided to get him married, so that when the responsibility would come to his head, someone would start working, but this strategy made matters worse because now he was more of a "beg" person. Whenever he needed something, he would go and ask a relative for something. After a few days, not him but his wife realized how long we would continue to "beg". She told her husband that it was enough, now we should think about something and do something.
Now there is no such relative from whom we have not asked, taken, or eaten anything, think about it. The husband fell into his special meditation pond, the hammock, and started thinking. After a while, he shouted. "Thought." "I thought." "I thought." The wife came to him happily. What did she think? The husband said, "I thought that your distant aunt lives at this end of the village?" The wife said, "Yes, she does?" And at the other end, my distant uncle lives, the wife said, "Yes, they do." The husband said, "After all, these people should also help us, after all, we are their relatives."
Go and ask them for something. The wife first hit her head and then hit his head and said, "I am not talking about asking, but about the work itself. Okay, okay. But you don't even know what kind of work you will do." The wife said, "I am talking about you, go out, you are a loser, do some work, some hard work. Enough is enough." And after the argument, the wife persuaded her husband to go out for work and even got him a job somewhere through some relatives. The day he had to go to work for the first time, the wife was very considerate and sent him off with great affection. But it was only a short time before he returned. The wife kept asking and he fell straight into his hammock or the pond of contemplation, that is, the think tank.
The wife asked, "What happened? Why did you come back?" He said, "Don't ask, there has been a great deal of trouble." The Khan's mare has given birth to a foal, but it has no tail or ears. The wife said, "What about the Khan?" What happened to his mare, what happened to the foal, what happened to its tail and ears? The husband said, "You foolish woman, this is a very big and serious problem. Think about how it will grow up to be a horse and get stuck in a swamp somewhere. Don't you think that this old story is being "new" once again? The only difference is that the name of the man who lived on the money borrowed from his relatives and was worried about the Khan's mare is not known. But there is no need to know the name because this story is repeated somewhere in every era. The hero changes, but the story remains the same. For example, we know where this story is being repeated in this "era" and what is the name of its hero.
He is living on the donations or begging of friends and relatives, but what is "new" in this old story is that he shares what he earns with others, that is, he does not just beg but also gives. It is the result of his kindness that the number of beggars is increasing. Many people who do some work or the other, now spend their time thinking about the Khan's mare's foal lying comfortably in a hammock. By the way, there is a saying in Pashto that when the debt exceeds a hundred (rupees or trillions), eat ghee and rice.
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