I'm going to tell you a man's story today.
When I first met Fazal, his firm was doing quite well. It was his occupation as a cobbler. He was a shoe preparer once. In his shop were his brother and a disciple.
Fazal Din used the proceeds from the shoe to purchase a two-story home for himself, with his shop located beneath it.
Human situations are known to change over time. It's been claimed that nothing is perfect. Similar to what occurred to Fazal, his business started to decline as large-company trainers proliferated throughout the marketplace and consumers began purchasing new, stylish footwear.
Somehow, the Fazal used to live his life. He fell unwell, which was one of his problems. His illness consumed everything in the house, and it was becoming worse.
He was a kind and gregarious man. He adored the kids and had respect for everyone in the neighbourhood. He used to give special discounts to kids who wanted him to make their shoes. That accounted for the children's frequent visits and prolonged stays with him on a daily basis.
Even though Fazal's health was gradually declining and he was not healing fully, it no longer hurt for him to stand up. The house was still operational because there was some money left in it. For a maximum of two or three hours, the shop was closed.
The kids used to get candy from him two days a week, which made them extremely happy. However, the kids' joy was short-lived when they learnt that uncle's family was attempting to sell his house and move him and his wife to your village.
Uncle was told, "You are sick, and the business is over. What would you do?" Despite not liking his relatives' proposition. Give up the city house? You'll be paid well. Uncle approved the suggestion to purchase land in the village with this money and pay rent on it.
The kids had hoped that Uncle would stay in the city until the very end, but what might have happened at this point?
While the relatives were pressuring the uncle to sell the house quickly, he was not receiving the price he was requesting for it. The kids learnt one day that Uncle was selling a house to a man. The issue had been resolved.
"Now what should we do?" The boys in the neighbourhood were assembled by a boy named Akbar.
What might occur at this point? Uncle is going to go.The other boy answered back.
"It's okay that the uncle is leaving, but we should also give him a gift on his own," the first boy remarked.
"What a blessing?" A boy enquired.
Akbar remarked, "I'll think about it and let you know in the morning."
When Akbar knocked on Fazal Din's door the following morning, he was eating breakfast. Glancing down, Fazal Din opened the window. Akbar was seen with a large number of kids. When Fazal Din saw them in front of his house, he came down right away.
Akbar proceeded to place a large sack over his feet.
"What's this?" Fazal Din enquired.
"Uncle! These are confections. I have no idea how far you are travelling. YOU ARE GOING TO EAT. Uncle We were unable to assist you.
As Akbar said this, tears welled up in his eyes and ran down his cheeks. The other kids were quiet and quite depressed as well.
After two or three moments of silence, Fazal Din placed his palm on Akbar's head. Though he had forced the tears to dry up, they were still there.
This scenario was also witnessed by those who were just passing past. Not a word was spoken in the language by Fazal Din. He began to ascend the stairs after picking up the suitcase. The boys headed back to their houses. The night was gloomy and it was evening.
When the kids left the house in the morning to buy breakfast and other necessities, they saw Uncle sitting in front of his shop with two bags, and they were incredibly surprised and happy to see Fazal din.
"Uncle! Did you miss it?The kids enquired.
"No, my son! He said, "I didn't go and I would never go," with a beaming smile on his face.
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