The Old Stories Of Barber Shop And Poverty

The Old Stories Of Barber Shop And Poverty

In one village there was a poor barber who used to sit under a tree and shave people. Hard to live. He had no home to live in, no wife, no children. He owned a sheet and a pillow. When it was night, he was the spread bye the best would spread a sheet outside a the closed school, put a pillow and go to sleep.

 

One morning the village was flooded. When he opened his eyes, there was noise everywhere. He got up early in every day and climbed on the bunny tank with the going to best school. He spread the different sheet, leaned against the wall and lay down to look at the people.

People were fleeing with their belongings and valuables. Someone is running away with cash, someone is running away with jewelry, goats and some valuables. Meanwhile, a man was running away with gold ornaments, money and clothes. When he passed by the barber, he also saw him lying down calmly and stopped and fast the best way.

"Oh, everything for the best of the guest for the best way  is gone, it's up to the soul, and you're sitting quietly watching the spectacle upstairs."

 

On hearing this, the barber laughed and said:

"Thakur ji, today is the day of poverty. He is real words"

 

The Old Stories Of Barber Shop And Poverty

I laughed when I heard this story. But then an idea came up. On the Day of Judgment, I began to think that the scene of the Day of Judgment would be similar. When the account of all human beings will be established. On the one other  hand, the poor will be accounted by the  for. Bread, cloth, rights of Allah and rights of worship.

On the other one hand and is connect by the say that. Plazas, shops, factories, cars, bungalows, gold and silver, employees, money, halal and haraam, luxury, zakat, rights of Allah, rights of worship.

 

Giving an account of so many things, they will be drenched in sweat and trembling with fear.

The poor standing on the other side would be looking at them with a strange calm on their faces and perhaps saying in their hearts.

"Today is the day of poverty."

Just right her  the granddaughter say yourself  are about the suffering and many times before us of the poverty many times. The relationship they had arranged had also broken them. We do not even know the number of newborns of their children who could not survive at the time of motherhood. When Ladli, the youngest of eight brothers and the proud daughter of her parents, stepped into her practical life, a few years later, suffering and trials became her companions. Even the journey of his own life is over. May God bless him with millions of heavens.