The Apple Tree

الكاتب : نبضات قلب   المشاهدات : 429   الردود : 2    ‏2001-12-01
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  1. نبضات قلب

    نبضات قلب عضو

    التسجيل :
    الإعجاب :
    A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come
    and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow …he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by…the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.

    One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.” Come and play with me” the tree asked the boy.” I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more” the boy replied.

    “ I want toys. I need money to buy them.” “ Sorry, but I do not have money…but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.” The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

    One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited “Come and play with me” the tree said. “I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” “ Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

    One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted. ”Come and play with me!” the tree said. “I am getting old. I wa! nt to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” said the man. ”Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.” So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

    Finally, the man returned after many years. ”Sorry, my! boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore .No more apples for you …”the tree said. ”No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite “the man replied. ”No more trunk for you to climb on” “I am too old for that now” the man said. ”I really cannot give you anything..the only thing left is my dying roots” the tree said with tears. ”I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years” the man replied. ”Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest Come, come sit down with me and rest.” The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears…

    This is a story of everyone. The tree is like our parents

    When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad..

    When we grow up, we leave them…only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.

    No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could to make you happy.

    You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our parents.

    Please enlighten all your friends and your families by telling them this story, and Love your parents.
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  3. ghareeb

    ghareeb عضو فعّال

    التسجيل :
    الإعجاب :
    Dear Sister Nabthat, May Allah grant you Khair for this story.,,
    You have remind us very important thing. Many people those days ,especially young men and women treat parents like that. They look down upon them as an old fashion people, and forget that they have stood up long night caring about them and they are the ones who make them what they are now...
    I ask Allah to help us all to please him and please our parents,,
    Thank you
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  5. النعمــــــان

    النعمــــــان قلم ذهبي

    التسجيل :
    الإعجاب :
    oh! very intersting story thanks

    dear sister, i wish i could get a tree like thatdo you know where i could get a tree like that:)
    my son told me about this story that he read in school and he told me that "that was the most funst story he rad and his faverot part is when he swang the tree branch".
    i cant say any more things cause ghareeb toke the words right out of my mouth. thanks agien