A young man, a student in one of our universities, was one day taking a walk with a professor, who was commonly called the students’ friend, for his kindness to those who waited on his instructions.

As they went along, they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which they supposed to belong to a poor man who was employed in a field close by, and who had nearly finished his day’s work.

The student turned to the professor, saying: “Let us play the man a trick: we will hide his shoes, and conceal ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find them.”

“My young friend,” answered the professor, “we should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor. But you are rich, and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of the poor man.

Put a coin into each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how the discovery affects him.”

The student did so, and they both placed themselves behind the bushes close by.

The poor man soon finished his work, and came across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes.

While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes; but feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and found the coin.

Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his countenance. He gazed upon the coin, turned it round, and looked at it again and again.

He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin.

His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving, in which he spoke of his wife, sick and helpless, and his children without bread, whom the timely bounty, from some unknown hand, would save from perishing.

The student stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with tears. “Now,” said the professor, “are you not much better pleased than if you had played your intended trick?”

The youth replied, “You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget. I feel now the truth of those words, which I never understood before: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’”






Sikaki was a skilled artist an artisan.


With great expertise and interest, he made such a nice and beautiful inkpot that it could be presented to the king.


He expected that, appreciating his artistic skill, the king would encourage him as far as possible. So, with countless hopes and thousand of desires, he presented that inkpot to the king.


In the beginning the king was very impressed by his artistic skill but afterwards an unpleasant event occurred that caused an extraordinary change in Sikaki’ s life and way of thinking.


When the king was observing the skilled artistry of the beautiful inkpot and Sikaki was lost in the world of thoughts, the people informed that a scholar-literary person or jury is about to enter the court.


As soon as the scholar entered, the king got so much absorbed in welcoming and talking to him that he forgot Sikaki and his skilled artistry.


This incident caused an adverse and deep effect on the heart of Sikaki.


He realized that now he would not receive the encouragement he had expected and all his desires and hopes are useless now.


But Sikaki’s high spirited mind did not allow him to be in peace, so he started thinking as to what he should do.


He decided to do what the others have done and go on the same way that the others have gone (uphill now).


Therefore, he decided to search for his lost hopes in the world of knowledge, literature and books.


Although for a wise man that has passed the days of his young age, it was not easy to study with young children and to start right from the preliminary stage.


But he did not have a choice. After all whenever the fish is taken out of water, it is fresh.


Worse than that, in the beginning he did not find any sort of interest in himself regarding reading and writing.


Perhaps spending a long time in artistic works and handicraft was the reason for stagnancy in his scientific and literary talent.


But neither his advanced age nor lack of capability, none of these could change his decision.


With great enthusiasm and zeal for attaining knowledge, he strictly got busy with his studies, until another incident occurred:


The teacher who was teaching him Shafi’e jurisprudence (fiqh Shafi’e), taught him this lesson:


“The teacher believes that the skin of a dog becomes clean (tahir) after tanning.”


Sikaki repeated this sentence a lot of times so that at the time of examination he should be able to succeed.


But when he was asked to answer this question, he said: “The dog believes that the skin of a teacher becomes clean after tanning.”


The audience upon hearing this answer started laughing.


It was clear for everybody that this old man is absolutely incapable of reading and writing.


After this incident Sikaki not only left the school, but he left the town and went towards the Jungle.


By chance, he reached the foot of a mountain, where he saw that the water is falling drop by drop from the top and due to the continuous falling of water, a hole had been formed in that hard stone.


He reflected for sometime, a good idea crossed his mind like lightning.


And he said:


“Maybe my heart is not ready to accept (knowledge) but it is not harder than this stone. It is impossible that continuous studying and hard work would be ineffective.”


Therefore, he came back and with hard work, he got busy in the attainment of knowledge.


As a result he was reckoned as one of the popular scholars of his time.


You never be too old to learn something new.







 Foundation Of Stanford University


A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston and walk timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President’s outer office.


The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn’t even deserve to be in Cambridge.


“We want to see the president,” the man said softly.


“He’ll be busy all day,” the secretary snapped.


“We’ll wait,” the lady replied.


For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away.


They didn’t and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the President, even though it was a chore she always regretted.


“Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they’ll leave,” she said to him.


He sighed in exasperation and nodded.


Someone of his importance obviously didn’t have the time to spend with them, but he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.


The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple.


The lady told him,


“We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus.”


The president wasn’t touched…. He was shocked.


“Madam,” he said, gruffly, “we can’t put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery.”


“Oh, no,” the lady explained quickly.


“We don’t want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard.”


The president rolled his eyes.


He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, and then exclaimed, “A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard.”


For a moment the lady was silent.


The president was pleased.


Maybe he could get rid of them now.


The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, “Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don’t we just start our own?”


Her husband nodded.


The president’s face wilted in confusion and bewilderment.


Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the University that bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.


You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who they think can do nothing.





History does have its lessons!!!

Triple Filter Test


On this Occasion of Christmas, I just want to share an useful stuff from the history to you all….


Be sure to read all the way to the end… It’s worth it…Next time someone starts to gossip, think of this..!


In ancient Greece (469 – 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom.


One day the great philosopher came upon an acquaintance who ran up to him excitedly and said, “Socrates, do you know what I just heard about one of your students?”


“Wait a moment! “Socrates replied. “Before you tell me I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test.”


“Triple Filter?”


“That’s right,” Socrates replied. “Before you talk to me about my student let’s take a moment to filter what you’re going to say”


The first filter is Truth.


“Have you made absolutely sure that what you about to tell me is true?”


“No,” the man said, “actually I just heard about it and…” “All right,” said Socrates. “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not.


Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of goodness.


Is what you are about to tell me about my student something good?”


“No, on the contrary…”


“So,” Socrates continued, “You want to tell me something bad about him, even though you are not certain it’s true?”


The man struggled, a little embarrassed.


Socrates continued. “You may still pass the test though, because there is a third filter – the filter of usefulness.


Is what you want to tell me about my student going to be useful to me?”


“No, not really… ”


“Well,” concluded Socrates, “if what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even Useful! Why tell it to me at all?”


The man was defeated and ashamed.


This is the reason Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.


It also explains why he never found out that Plato (his student) was having an affair with his wife.


History does have its lessons…. We have a lot to learn from it…


Merry Christmas to all of you!!!