tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87038159780567364862024-03-26T23:04:36.317-07:00MDWIX NarrativesMDWIX Narratives is Free eBook on Creative Literature-Poem, Poetry, Prose, Essay, Short Story, Novel, Folktales, Fables, Comedy, Drama, Fiction, Morals & Motivation| Personal Blogger.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-91393142241712089542024-03-25T23:02:00.000-07:002024-03-25T23:02:23.042-07:00Fairy Raindrops-Poem by Md Kamaluddin.<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fairy Rain Drops-A Poem on The love of Rainy Days.</span></h2><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rA93Zy9j_WBz2E8qEkk9JvcV3lncz0GujABRDz1feizr-H5ZOrkiu0W_gCEuurJmZMHQ0H1vB0JN_nLcMaGj_WJVwTr9Zw5KZ0Cfc5dJnL7tNje66pKivbtAn52j6Yk0EzQHT8S7NPLedfI_AckY7UVc-oDRT74pHXNMl3D4R-cHvcCW850veOInzS8/s400/Fairy%20raindrops.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="400" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rA93Zy9j_WBz2E8qEkk9JvcV3lncz0GujABRDz1feizr-H5ZOrkiu0W_gCEuurJmZMHQ0H1vB0JN_nLcMaGj_WJVwTr9Zw5KZ0Cfc5dJnL7tNje66pKivbtAn52j6Yk0EzQHT8S7NPLedfI_AckY7UVc-oDRT74pHXNMl3D4R-cHvcCW850veOInzS8/s320/Fairy%20raindrops.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fairy Raindrops</td></tr></tbody></table><br />The dawn breaks with a gentle drizzle</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">That moistens the earth and seeds.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The raindrops fall softly on the green field,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Splashing a hope of glorious yield.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The farmers rise from their humble huts</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">And prepare to tend to their fields.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The sky is gray and the air is moist. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They feel the drops of water on their skin.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They smile and thank the heavens for this gift.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They know the rain will nourish their plants and soil.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They thank the rain for nourishing their lands</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">And they pray for a sunny tomorrow.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The raindrops fall like music on the roofs and streets,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The Students wake up early, ready for their morning treats,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They put on their raincoats and boots, and grab their bags and books,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They dance along muddy roads, ignoring the scornful looks.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They hope for a holiday class, to have some fun and play,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">But they also know the value of learning everyday.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They want to fulfil their dreams, and find their bliss,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They work hard and smart, and never miss a chance like this.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">A rainy day is a miracle in the sky.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">For the fishes who soar like bird and fly.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They dance in the air with joy and grace</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">As if they want to hug the whole human race.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The muddy roads are not a nuisance but a stage</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">For the children who act like clown and engage.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They laugh and sing and make the most of the wet</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">As if they want to erase all their debt.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The rain brings hope and happiness to all them.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">It washes away the dust and the bloom.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The rain is a gift that we should cherish and enjoy.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">It reminds us to be grateful and not be coy.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">It reaches us to dance and sing and jump like the fishes </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">And hope for a day full of happiness and dishes.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Author: Md Kamaluddin</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">===========</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Thanks for your interest to MDWIX. Please visit again.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">===========</span></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0India20.593684 78.96288-7.7165498361788458 43.80663 48.903917836178849 114.11913tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-24328987973918614162024-03-23T03:24:00.000-07:002024-03-23T03:41:00.607-07:00The Ghost Entrap-Horror Story-2 of Volume-1| Scaring at Sevagram Rail Station-West Wardha.<h2 style="text-align: left;">The Ghost Entrap-Horror Story-2 of Volume-1| Horror at Sevagram Station.</h2><div><span style="font-size: large;"> It was a foggy dawn when Sunil and Dhiman arrived at Sevagram railway station. They had to catch the first train to Nagpur, but there was no sign of it. The station was deserted, except for a few stray dogs and a couple of beggars. They checked time table and saw the train was supposed to arrive at 5.30 AM, but it was already 6.15 AM. Sunil was wondered if there was any delay or cancelation, but there was no announcement or information. They decided to wait for a while, hopping that the train would show up soon.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikOyfgav0i0eonPJqMI1yRC1Jee5qwTIvCKxFvOsG7gZIXesPYTzD_htOGHTYrBZMfbYOuc9A4-yBHPNSxYWnUA4YRHmqgwfDK61skcrx6x_qWdhf_dixnjgxxCrSJyvjfeY__tYLQ7wzZ1LWWltUYJ2_T2whp2ekNb13DtfBklz2242_42fxl2kRZjoY/s400/Ghost%20Train%20at%20Sevagram.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikOyfgav0i0eonPJqMI1yRC1Jee5qwTIvCKxFvOsG7gZIXesPYTzD_htOGHTYrBZMfbYOuc9A4-yBHPNSxYWnUA4YRHmqgwfDK61skcrx6x_qWdhf_dixnjgxxCrSJyvjfeY__tYLQ7wzZ1LWWltUYJ2_T2whp2ekNb13DtfBklz2242_42fxl2kRZjoY/s16000/Ghost%20Train%20at%20Sevagram.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ghost at Sevagram</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> As they sat on a bench, they noticed a strange smell in the air. It was a mixture of smoke, blood and decay. They looked around and saw that the station was in a terrible state. The walls were strained with dirt and graffiti, the windows were broken and the lights were flickering. The tracks were rusty and overgrown with weeds. The platform was littered with garbage and debris. It looked dense scenes of horror.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Dhiman was feeling a chill run down his spine. He wondered how the long this station had been abandoned and why it was still operating. They thought of leaving, but had no other option. they had to go to Nagpur for a job interview called at 10AM on that day so this was only train available. They hoped that someone would come soon, may be a ticket collector or a guard, o explain the situation. But no one came. The only sound they had heard was the howling of the wind and the barking dog. the fog grew thicker and darker, obscuring the vision. They felt they were immersed in a nightmare.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Then they heard it. A faint whistle in the distance. it sounded like a train approaching. Thus they felt a surge of relief and excitement, a hope of getting the job opportunity. May be it was their train, finally arriving it. They got up from the bench and walked towards the edge of the platform, looking for any sign of the train.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> But as the whistle grew louder, they realized that something was wrong. the sound was coming from the direction of the tracks, but from behind them. they turned around and saw the horrifying sight. It was not the train, but a ghostly apparition of one. it was an old steam locomotive, black and smoky with glowing red eyes and a gaping mouth. It was speeding towards them, on the same platform where they were standing. it had no rails or wheels, but it seemed to float on the air. it was emitting a deafening roar, like a beast ready to devour it's prey.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Both Sunil and Dhiman screamed and ran for their life, but it was too late, the reckless train reached to thrash them. They jumped over the rail track so that they saved them but wounded severely. They were escorted by the Sevagram Police and came to know such mystery happens often. They wished they had never come to this station. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Story Composed By <b><i>Md Kamaluddin.</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">============</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Thanks for your interest. Please visit again.</b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">============</span></div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b><i>Here is a list of Best Ghost Story.</i></b></span><b><span><br /></span><div><br /></div>
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</b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-81562771049236519412024-03-08T05:00:00.000-08:002024-03-25T23:04:11.199-07:00A Poem on Women's Day-MDWIX Composition<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">International Women's Day-Historical Significant and Recognized globally.</span></h2><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNy3w2PBfREUXFnQMB0GsSUmNIqSyE33H58cClHgu5bAdtTlCNgRhirMPW4sDijR-pimq8hmzQn3l4yP-hfLGg2nMY2emMKlP8jFuzTzUd55DNpJ6n9UMA5H0ihIhnnxPPe3-Pd-WNV5NO9yRYP_CbojCnguXW-wAJZbiYsFgu1Pv1mRfF5otkX9clxo/s400/Happy%20Women%20day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNy3w2PBfREUXFnQMB0GsSUmNIqSyE33H58cClHgu5bAdtTlCNgRhirMPW4sDijR-pimq8hmzQn3l4yP-hfLGg2nMY2emMKlP8jFuzTzUd55DNpJ6n9UMA5H0ihIhnnxPPe3-Pd-WNV5NO9yRYP_CbojCnguXW-wAJZbiYsFgu1Pv1mRfF5otkX9clxo/s16000/Happy%20Women%20day.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MDWIX</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> Every human being comes to this world with a sound of "Mother!" in the veil of a woman called mother. She loves her child whatever it is boy or girl. She unconditionally rears him or her. But it is very unfortunate that those boys become the leader and reject her contribution. This was a long historical fallacy of women ignorance. Women were being discriminated by gender inequality, reproductive rights, abuse and violence. After a prolonged struggles and sustainable movements for women rights, several country united and advocated for women's rights. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">This poem is composed and dedicated to all Women Contributing to the nation globally.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Women's day.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">As Dawn Breaks with a gentle glow.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The world awakens to honor, so</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We celebrate with hearts sincere,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The women who to us are dear.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A celebration of strength, resilience, and might</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">For every women who stands and fights.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">From history's pages to modern-day tales,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Their victories large, their scarifies never stale.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">In every corner of the earth, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We recognize their boundless worth,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">From fields to offices they stride,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">With dignity, they bear their pride.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">For those who've paved ways where there were none,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Whose stories inspire, whose work's never done.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We honor their journey, acknowledge their pain,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">And pledge to uplift, again and again.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">They nurture life with tender care,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">In love embrace, they always share.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Their strength in silence often lies,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">In whispered dreams beneath the skies.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">On this day, we pause and reflect,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">On the respect they should expect.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">For equality, they've long fought</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">And change is what they've bravely sought.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">So here's to women far and wide,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">In whom we take such great pride,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">May this women's day brightly say,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We cherish you in every way.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Composed by: <i>Md Kamaluddin</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">============</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0California, USA36.778261 -119.41793249.26998350457908 -154.57418239999998 64.286538495420928 -84.2616824tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-53928570174812117372023-12-13T06:56:00.000-08:002023-12-26T02:41:12.758-08:00 The Ghost Entrap-A Strange Evening Story-Ajab Bhuter Gojob Kotha.<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">An Evening Ghost at Selarpur.</span></h2><div><span style="font-size: large;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUT6yTxE0BVybhLvaIvA-i3eYiuaNQvrln0KneWshILx1Vl5lZKk15bdAz3CC6AnjQfE-_l8NUbvjRoMMvps5UC9mrJdve1pCzaTBEiJpoqjO2cxHngsZcsTvQcJnd0anrQhdjBkajgA5vonJ20m7qB2D6iAl64wUFv5PIXiz_gh2oWWk1TWpNLhW8fNw/s400/Ajab%20Bhuter%20Gojo%20Kotha.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUT6yTxE0BVybhLvaIvA-i3eYiuaNQvrln0KneWshILx1Vl5lZKk15bdAz3CC6AnjQfE-_l8NUbvjRoMMvps5UC9mrJdve1pCzaTBEiJpoqjO2cxHngsZcsTvQcJnd0anrQhdjBkajgA5vonJ20m7qB2D6iAl64wUFv5PIXiz_gh2oWWk1TWpNLhW8fNw/s320/Ajab%20Bhuter%20Gojo%20Kotha.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MDWIX</td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The story is composed from the personal life of my father, Abdul Kader Ali. It's about sixty five years ago when there is no electricity in rural villages even in the the small towns in Bengal. This is the story of a dark evening. After passing secondary examination my father, started teaching tuition at a house in Kazipara in the neighbouring village of Sahapur. It was two hours of tuition from 7 PM to 9 PM. It was often 9:30 PM to return home after completing his tutoring. There was a big canal between Sahapur and Selarpur. There was no bridge in the canal so he had to take his cycle on his shoulder and went through the canal. The road was silent and none was passing there in the late evening. There was a garden beside the road and it was full of dense bushes and trees. The garden was called Shaikh's garden as it was owned by the Shaikh community of Selarpur. Father was alone walking by the tranquil road. Suddenly he noticed, a big and dark black animal lying on the road. It was making a noise of scratching with his nails, it's eyes were glowing like red hot fireball. As he looked at it was looking with terrible anger. He was taking his bicycle between the animal and him. Then he walked very slowly, in his description," when I was passing by him like a spell binder and sometimes I was afraid that it might jump on my neck right now. My heart was beating at extreme speed, I could feel my voice is going down. I was thinking of God in my mind. I murmur, Oh! God save me, save me, rescue me from this infinite danger and bring me to my house. Praying after crossing the road very slowly, I ride on the bike and return home at a furious face, everyone in the house rushed awfully. Everybody wanted to know," What has happened to me?" He folded his hands to them and said, "I had passed trough a great danger, first give me water as my whole body is dry." My grandmother and grandfather came running and tried to normalised my father. He again started to tell, "I can't believe that I am still alive , all the standing person around me are really exist." Personally he was very brave, after spending the night somehow, early in the morning before daylight came he went to the position to see what it was. He explained further, "I reach the spot but I could not find out any traces of such happening. Whatever we are the worshiper of science, I started to believe that there are something supernatural beyond our explanation." The darken days go out, electricity came to the village, the forest are not there. Bridge connect the two neighbouring villages. People are passing through the road whole night. The strangeness have gone but still when I pass through road, I feel an uncanny presence thinking the olden days. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Story by: Md Kamaluddin</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">==============</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b><i>Here is a list of best Ghost Story.</i></b></span><b><span><br /></span><div><br /></div>
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</b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Bangladesh23.684994 90.35633110.403656204079052 55.200081 36.966331795920951 125.512581tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-77124963914571997322023-11-05T02:30:00.000-08:002023-11-05T02:30:06.797-08:00The Hare and the Tortoise-Classic Fables for Kids-Bed times Moral Stories with Real Life Analogy-MDWIX Academy.<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">How the Slow but Steady can win over the vanity of bragging. Moral studies with model activity task.</span></h2><div><span style="font-size: large;">Long day ago there lived a hare in the forest. He was always proud of his running speed. This was really a praising matter for him. But he was filled with vanity.</span></div><div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3EcZYcNDakvaMz5Omw-zTddboPT3zHNeM9PFPSj0F1tgTXwsrsJGpBL3gFcq4S1x3Q3nahypE9JLfku9AxQsWFLGU14hgNBYrl9c-CGu7nCSDJADkr5qOBMg21jQ_sYlVrlH2ScUSYXFdKxOuv05qX0WIm3NZ-6Q-eSWUbYq1S__yaqGKMb6nJ5W/s324/Hare%20and%20Tortoise%20mdwix%20moral%20stories.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="324" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3EcZYcNDakvaMz5Omw-zTddboPT3zHNeM9PFPSj0F1tgTXwsrsJGpBL3gFcq4S1x3Q3nahypE9JLfku9AxQsWFLGU14hgNBYrl9c-CGu7nCSDJADkr5qOBMg21jQ_sYlVrlH2ScUSYXFdKxOuv05qX0WIm3NZ-6Q-eSWUbYq1S__yaqGKMb6nJ5W/w400-h206/Hare%20and%20Tortoise%20mdwix%20moral%20stories.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>MDWIX Moral Stories</b></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes he was teasing his neighbour the little tortoise who run slowly. He mocked him, "You run so slowly and you never go far." The tortoise was so upset by hare's regular slagging. One day he dared to say, "Let's have a race and see who is faster." The tortoise laughed loudly and said, "You also can joke! Do you ever get anywhere?" The tortoise challenged with great confidence, " Yes! I can reach anywhere sooner than you think, I'll run you a race and can prove it." First the hare was avoiding his challenge considering a joking matter. The tortoise insisted the hare to accept the bet or shut his mouth. The hare was much amused with the idea of running a race with poor tortoise. Taking it as funny matter the hare agreed to compete a race with the tortoise.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> On the day of the race all other animals came to enjoy the race. The hare looked to the audience and told, "All will see the defeat of the tortoise and be ready to ridicule the tortoise." Tortoise heard all his teasing but didn't say anything. </span>The fox, the wise animal in the jungle was consented as the judge of the competition. The judge marked the distance they would cover. The race started with sound of the whistle. The hare started to run fast but the tortoise started as usual slow pace. Within a minute hare run a few miles and looked back whether the tortoise came nearby. The tortoise was left far behind and couldn't be seen.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Then the hare decided to have sleep until the tortoise came to him. He fell into deep sleep and in the dream of winning the race. Time passed away, the sun was already setting. He suddenly woke and saw the tortoise was just a few steps away of the finish point. The hare tried to reach as fast as he could but it was too late. Tortoise already crossed the finish line before the hare reached. All other animals laughed to the hare. That day he learnt a lesson, only bragging about something doesn't win the accolades. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Real Life Analogy:</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Bipin was a brilliant student. He could solve any mathematical problem just like a calculator. He was praiseful student. It lead him to some extend overconfident about his capability. Jatin was his friend studied in the same class. He was a medium category student but he was studious. At the final lap, Bipin could not have a good profession but Jatin was in a lucrative profession. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Jatin was always consistent about his preparedness of his examination but Bipin was indifferent. He was over confident as he could prepare in a short term. Just before their, matriculation examination, Bipin suffered from typhoid and didn't do well in the examination and got a lower grade. Jatin had good preparedness and got higher grade. Jatin got chances for good job where as Bipin did not get good one in spite of being a good student. </span><span style="font-size: large;">This analogy is an example for success of a steady person in reality. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><i>Moral of the Story:</i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><i><b>Slow but steady can win the race.</b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.mdwix.org/p/author-md-kamaluddin.html"><b><i>Narrator: Md Kamaluddin</i></b></a><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><b><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><i>Here is a list of Moral Stories. Best universal moral stories for Humanity development. 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How did the Stork try to convince the farmer for it's innocence? Moral Studies with model activity task.</span></h2><div><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">A farmer noticed his newly </span><span style="color: black;">wedded crops are spoiled by the evil cranes. He was angry & fired to the bad birds. He put a net over the field to catch the naughty creature. </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7z2RqmiNwLb4wJaM5s0rmgZZOv7wFVGTa-oe4mEwFFhmt9jZY490oU5HnYB8VxsEeuAtxRlZhDody-xmbmBFFQ6ZjNy-CuLRNzHsyPxawhk2TZ8viVlxboSEudO_fyHShuUxkkbzH1LS35Ijxcg9J4LeM75RPYay1lON6M5TnM8MDzRoHp3GSaJ-/s360/THE%20FARMER%20AND%20THE%20STORK.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7z2RqmiNwLb4wJaM5s0rmgZZOv7wFVGTa-oe4mEwFFhmt9jZY490oU5HnYB8VxsEeuAtxRlZhDody-xmbmBFFQ6ZjNy-CuLRNzHsyPxawhk2TZ8viVlxboSEudO_fyHShuUxkkbzH1LS35Ijxcg9J4LeM75RPYay1lON6M5TnM8MDzRoHp3GSaJ-/s16000/THE%20FARMER%20AND%20THE%20STORK.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">MDWIX MORAL Stories</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Next morning he came to field to examine whether any culprit had caught in the net. He found, a lot of crane had been captivated. Among the screaming of the captures, there was a stork helplessly sit under the net. </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Seeing the farmer, the stork pleaded, "Hey! lord, kindly release me, I am an innocent stork, I have neither eaten your crops, nor I have done any harm". The poor bird added more, "I am the most sincere and dutiful bird. you can see me the most favourable bird to humanity." </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> The farmer heard of the bird's prayer and apprehended </span>truth fullness but he had the bound ness to judiciary procedures. The farmer told to the stork, "I apprehend your pleading and best of my belief you are from a well being but you have been caught with those were destroying my crops. So you are same guilty as accompanied the sinner. You must suffer with the company along with you are caught."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Real Life Analogy:</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> I was in class one. I heard about such a story. One of our school teacher was convicted to a murder case though he was totally an innocent and gentle man. He was returning from market in the winter evening along the village street and met his countryman walking through the same road. But those men were returning from killing a man. The villagers ran to them & see our teacher along with the culprits. They complained the incident to the local police station. Police came & caught all of them including our teacher as he was also found at place of incident. Apparently he was caught but later on basis of intricate investigation he was released. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><b><i>Moral of the story:</i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> In practical scenario, a person is judged by the company by which he is associated. The bad companies led to bad consequences.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.mdwix.org/p/author-md-kamaluddin.html"><b><i>Narrator: Md Kamaluddin</i></b></a><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i><b>Here is a list of Moral Stories. Best universal moral stories for Humanity development. Lessons for kids. </b></i></span><span><a name="more"></a></span><div><br /></div><script type="text/javascript">var numposts = 10;var showpostthumbnails = true;var displaymore = false;var displayseparator = true;var showcommentnum = false;var showpostdate = false;var showpostsummary = true;var numchars = 100;</script> <script src="/feeds/posts/default/-/Moralstories?published&alt=json-in-script&callback=labelthumbs" type="text/javascript"></></script><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> MDWIX CEOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440284649798948175noreply@blogger.com0United Kingdom55.378051 -3.43597327.067817163821154 -38.592223 83.688284836178838 31.720277tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-29542159514354546972023-10-25T07:25:00.008-07:002023-10-26T08:59:28.489-07:00The Ghost Entrap-Horror Story-3 of Volume-1| Phantom Queen at Rautara Village in Birbhum.<h2 style="text-align: left;">The Ghost Entrap-Disappointed queen haunts for revenge at Rautara Village.</h2><div><span style="font-size: large;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3HFXCxb5ms-4KJ_oImEITt0MrcaVlhUEilwu1Kfm40bXy5d6JW1Az4Boe2cK_1yseMYC-K15N9kZg_7UgD0oiqTCpEep2-0bcPqHaK00g91Wo3x-Ve7-WOYK_WeuGWqpLTRjyBFuVntJJ45JKGrlf5UWiHRvK6L3lCapVJh0RuvTlsxUsbiL5hK28w0/s448/Ghost%20Queen%20at%20Rautara.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="448" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3HFXCxb5ms-4KJ_oImEITt0MrcaVlhUEilwu1Kfm40bXy5d6JW1Az4Boe2cK_1yseMYC-K15N9kZg_7UgD0oiqTCpEep2-0bcPqHaK00g91Wo3x-Ve7-WOYK_WeuGWqpLTRjyBFuVntJJ45JKGrlf5UWiHRvK6L3lCapVJh0RuvTlsxUsbiL5hK28w0/s320/Ghost%20Queen%20at%20Rautara.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MDWIX</td></tr></tbody></table>This is rural oral story of Rautara village in Birbhum district. The people of Rautara still believes the soul of Rani haunts in the dark night. She never forget her fiancé. This village is famous for it's ancient Kali Mandir, the temple of Goddess Kali, which attracts many devotees and tourists. But also there is a dark side of this place, a secret that only the locals know. Ramen is the journalist came to Rautara for a documentary on supernatural propaganda. He told the story that was heard from the older people of the village. According to local statement, Rautara is haunted by the ghost of a young women who died in a tragic accident.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> The story goes that many years ago, there was a wealthy zamindar, the land lord who lived in a mansion near the temple. He had a beautiful daughter named Rani. She was the pride of his life. Rani was engaged to a handsome young man from a nearby village. They were mad in their love and relationship. One day Rani decided to visit her fiancé and surprise him. She took her horse and rode through the fields, enjoying the breeze and the scenery. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> As she approached the village, she saw a group of men standing on the road. They were bandits who had been terrorizing the area for a long time. The saw Rani and her horse, and decided to rob her. They surrounded her and tried to snatch her jewelry and clothes. Rani resisted and screamed for help, but no one came to her rescue. The bandits became angry and violent. They dragged her off her horse and threw her on the ground. They beat her mercilessly and finally stabbed in her chest and left her to die.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Rani's fiancé heard her cries and rushed to the scene. He was horrified by what he saw. He held Rani in his arms and tried to stop the bleeding, but it was too late. Rani breathed her last in his embrace, whispering his name. He broke down in tears and cursed the bandits for their cruelty. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> The villagers heard the commotion and came to investigate. the found Rani's body and her fiancé sobbing beside her. They were shocked and saddened by the tragedy. They took Rani's body to the temple and performed the last rites. They also informed her father, who arrived with his men. he was devastated by the loss of his daughter and swore vengeance on the bandits.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> He hired some hunters and trackers to find them and bring them to justice. he also offered a reward for anyone who could help him. The bandits , however, had fled to another district and were hiding in a forest. they thought they had escaped, but they were wrong.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">One night, as they were sleeping in their camp, they heard a strange sound. It was like a woman's voice, singing a haunting melody. They woke up and looked around and saw nothing. They voice grew louder and closer, until it seemed to be right next to them. They felt a cold breeze on their faces and chill in their bones.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> They realized it was Rani's ghost, come back from the dead to haunt them. She appeared before them, wearing a white sari stained with blood. Her eyes were red with anger and pain, and her mouth was twisted in a grimace. She pointed at them with her finger and said, </span><span style="font-size: large;">"you killed me, you robbed me of my happiness. Now you will pay for your sin. I will not let you rest in peace until you beg for mercy."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> She then attacked them with her nails and teeth, scratching and biting them all over their bodies. The bandits screamed in terror and pain, but no one could hear them for help them. they tried to run away, but Rani's ghost followed them everywhere. She killed them one by one. Rani's ghost did not stop here. She continued to roam around Rautara, looking for more victims. She preyed on anyone who crossed her path, especially men who resembled the bandits or who had evil intentions towards women. Thus she became known as Rautara Chudail, or the witch of Rautara. People avoids to go to the temple at night alone.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for interest to MDWIX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b><i>Here is a list of best Ghost Story.</i></b></span><b><span><br /></span><div><br /></div>
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</b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Birbhum, West Bengal, India22.9867569 87.8549755-5.3234769361788459 52.698725499999995 51.296990736178842 123.0112255tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-56608070292555048482023-10-18T03:34:00.013-07:002023-10-26T08:42:35.481-07:00The Ghost Entrap-Horror Story-1 of Volume-1| Vampire at Palam Railway Station-South West Delhi.<h2 style="text-align: left;">Haunted Place in Delhi-Palam Rail Station. Recently body of a constable of Delhi Police(COP) with his toddler were found here. </h2><div><span style="font-size: large;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6vNxlmhlb1e2KAHY1DVpIbV1WGR1kjAu227H1xXc1oEOirARjwK_nHo8E8cWEExfz27wwmLyt0rs91KLGUeqwv0t0Ozw4-sfNlS7gw5QAMdoVveWsxS-ZzzKmxAVj2ZMh8l06vN902EMyq1rCKzaS8ppgEg8nbKKSHp5mzUUvtrJHBrhe19Uv65C_5s/s428/Ghost%20at%20Palam%20Railway%20Station.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="336" data-original-width="428" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6vNxlmhlb1e2KAHY1DVpIbV1WGR1kjAu227H1xXc1oEOirARjwK_nHo8E8cWEExfz27wwmLyt0rs91KLGUeqwv0t0Ozw4-sfNlS7gw5QAMdoVveWsxS-ZzzKmxAVj2ZMh8l06vN902EMyq1rCKzaS8ppgEg8nbKKSHp5mzUUvtrJHBrhe19Uv65C_5s/s320/Ghost%20at%20Palam%20Railway%20Station.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Palam Rail Station</td></tr></tbody></table>Palam is a small railway station situated at southwest Delhi. There are various mysterious and uncanny happenings. Recently body of a Constable of Delhi police (COP) along of his toddler were found on the railway tracks and his bike was parked nearby. Police couldn't find any suicide note or any cause of their death. Local people are telling of the so called ghost. We are sharing such a ghostly gossip. The calm railway station was deserted at midnight, except for a few stray dog a lone security guard. The rain was pouring down, creating a deafening noise on the metal roof. The guard, Raju was sitting in his cabin, trying to stay awake. He had heard stories about the station being haunted by the ghosts of people who had died in train accidents but he didn't believe them. He thought they were just made up by bored passengers and staff. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> He was about to doze off when he heard a loud scream from the platform. He jumped up and grabbed his flashlight, running towards the source of the noise. He saw a women in a white saree, soaked in blood, lying on the tracks. She was clutching her stomach, where a large wound was visible. She looked at him with pleading eyes and said, "Help me, please. He stabbed me and left me here to die."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Raju was shocked and terrified he didn't know what to do. he wanted to help her, but he was afraid to go near her. He wondered if she was a ghost or real person. He decided to call for help on his walkie- talkie, but as he reached for it, he realized it was missing. He had left it in his cabin.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> He looked back at the women, who was still staring at him. She said, "Don't leave me alone. Please come closure, I'm dying." Raju felt a surge of pity and courage. He decided to help her, even if she was a ghost.. He stepped onto the tracks and walked to her.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">As he got closure, he noticed something strange. The woman's wound was not bleeding anymore. in fact, it looked like it had healed completely. Her skin was pale and cold, her eyes were glowing red. he smiled wickedly and said," Thank you for coming to me. I've been waiting for you for a long time."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> She grabbed his arm and pulled him down with incredible strength. Raju screamed as he felt her teeth sink in his neck. he realized too late that he had fallen into trap. The woman was not a victim, but a predator. She was not a human but a vampire.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> She drained his blood until he was lifeless, then threw his body aside. She got up and wiped her mouth with her saree. She looked around and saw more people coming out of the shadows. They were all vampires like her, dressed in white saree and covered in blood.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> They had been haunting at the station for years, luring unsuspecting travelers and guards with their cries of pain and distress. They had also spread rumors about the station being haunted, to scare away potential witness and investigators.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They smiled at each other and said," Let's go to the next station. There are more prey waiting for us there." They left the station, leaving behind the corpses of Raju and their previous victims.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The rain continued to fall, washing away the blood and the evidence of their crimes.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">======================</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for your happy visit to MDWIX Digital.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b><i>Here is a list of best Ghost Story.</i></b></span><b><span><br /></span><div><br /></div>
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</b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0India20.593684 78.96288-7.7165498361788458 43.80663 48.903917836178849 114.11913tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-57353389766745831622023-10-11T21:28:00.019-07:002023-10-26T08:43:20.937-07:00The Ghost Entrap-Horror Story-6 of Volume-1| Phantom of Flying Pilot at Patna Airport.<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Ghost Entrap| Rajesh Singh, an Air India Pilot haunted at Patna Airport.</span></h2><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pXfl7R3BOiULqByfhpD94Xy5R6VkOEGh2F1W7Pd1CDok7XsUhJACOuuJsY8DhDwEIDfnDBV97thgPrvobK-FNNHr765sXor1U6bF6hyphenhyphengTzXFFZwmmXXwXN3myNFE_ziycRJOzKl5KvxIxLavGTInZFvmZC0YwevogZB1mrtY_DOKe1n6m2eiRotbH4E/s360/The%20Ghost%20Entrap%20Pilot%20in%20Patna%20Airport.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="336" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pXfl7R3BOiULqByfhpD94Xy5R6VkOEGh2F1W7Pd1CDok7XsUhJACOuuJsY8DhDwEIDfnDBV97thgPrvobK-FNNHr765sXor1U6bF6hyphenhyphengTzXFFZwmmXXwXN3myNFE_ziycRJOzKl5KvxIxLavGTInZFvmZC0YwevogZB1mrtY_DOKe1n6m2eiRotbH4E/s320/The%20Ghost%20Entrap%20Pilot%20in%20Patna%20Airport.jpg" width="299" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Ghost Entrap</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">The Patna Airport was a notorious for it's frequent delays and cancellations, especially during the foggy winter month. but few people knew the real reason behind the airport's poor reputation: a ghost of a flying pilot who haunted the runway and the control tower. </span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The ghost was said to be the spirit of Captain Rajesh Singh, a former pilot of an Air India who died in a crash in 1987. He was flying from Delhi to Patna with 120 passengers and crew on board, when his plane encountered a technical failure and plunged into the ground near the airport. There was no survivors.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Ever since then, his ghost lingered in the airport, unable to accept his fate and move on. He would interfere with radio signals, cause electrical glitches, and even appear in front of the pilots and air traffic controllers, trying to warn them of impending danger or to seek their help. Some people claimed to hear his voice over the intercom, saying, "Mayday, mayday, this is Air India 113, we have a problem....".</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Many pilots and staff were terrified of him and avoided working at the airport. Some even quit their jobs or transferred to other locations. The Airport authorities tried to cover up the incidents and blamed them on weather conditions or human error. But the truth was hard to hide, and soon the rumors spread among the passengers and the media.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Some people were curious about the ghost and wanted to see him for themselves. They would book flights to or from Patna, hoping to catch glimpse of him or hear his voice. Others were sympathetic and prayed for his soul to find peace. Though some science believers think it as a hoax or superstition.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> But no one could deny that there was something strange and eerie about the Patna airport, and that it had a dark history that haunted its present.</span></div><div><div><br /></div><div><i>--------------------------------------</i></div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b><i>Here is a list of best Ghost Story.</i></b></span><b><span><br /></span><div><br /></div>
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</b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0India20.593684 78.96288-7.7165498361788458 43.80663 48.903917836178849 114.11913tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-46761702989763631792023-10-04T05:07:00.005-07:002023-10-26T08:44:05.414-07:00Folktales-Horse and Deer-Moral Story-Human Value Addition<h2 style="text-align: left;">Horse and Deer Friendship-A Moral Story for Human Value Addition.</h2><div><span style="font-size: large;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ueAXsWq2Kp5kK3Gmfw-YaxCZbzNTvwkp-zs_JH36lRUG2rjpIF9Ff25pW0h0b0CTn0GuWloqFVXNYzb1B0tFadcg-4tS5Y6six608DBIPxJqT8H6EATOLY2Kv19i3-iP21q_bwD8FFOqEP-3wcz-BC_FhSV9rYdaqN54rPg9MtD43kgbJa7c9bWeQks/s448/Horse%20and%20Deer%20Friendship..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="324" data-original-width="448" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ueAXsWq2Kp5kK3Gmfw-YaxCZbzNTvwkp-zs_JH36lRUG2rjpIF9Ff25pW0h0b0CTn0GuWloqFVXNYzb1B0tFadcg-4tS5Y6six608DBIPxJqT8H6EATOLY2Kv19i3-iP21q_bwD8FFOqEP-3wcz-BC_FhSV9rYdaqN54rPg9MtD43kgbJa7c9bWeQks/s320/Horse%20and%20Deer%20Friendship..jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Horse and Deer Fables.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Once upon a time, there was a deer and a horse who lived in the same forest. They were good friends and often played together. One day, they decided to go for a walk in the meadow. As they were walking, they saw a hunter hiding a bush. The hunter had a bow and arrow and was aiming at the deer. The deer was unaware of the danger and kept walking happily. The horse saw the hunter and realized that his friend was in trouble. he quickly ran towards the deer and pushed him out of the way. the arrow missed the deer but hit the horse in the leg. The horse fell down and cried out in pain. The deer was shocked and grateful. He thanked the horse for saving his life and asked him how he could repay him. The horse said that he did not need anything, he was just happy that his friend was safe. he asked the der to help him get up and take him to a safe place. The deer agreed and helped the horse stand up. They limped away from the hunter and found a cave where they could rest. The deer stayed with the the horse until his wound healed. they became even closure friends and lived happily ever after.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="color: #800180;">Moral of the story:</span></b> True friendship is priceless and selfless. A true friend will always be there for you in times of need and will sacrifice anything for your happiness.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>==============</i></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0India20.593684 78.96288-7.7165498361788458 43.80663 48.903917836178849 114.11913tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-35881985689196038012023-03-07T07:31:00.004-08:002023-10-29T03:26:12.323-07:00What is Real Friendship| MDWIX Moral Story| Friend in Need| Friend indeed| A Short Story With a Moral Message<h2 style="text-align: left;">Friend in Need, Friend indeed. A Short Story with a moral Value. How he revived with his real friend in need friend indeed.</h2><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Amit Bansal is the Chief of a renowned multi national company. Being the apex of an organization he is happy in his personal life as well his professional career. He has a great and pleasant personality. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYdd3oxcHhYYcdkvvDnMPPjheX_LSmuD2wON4bSWA1gmOHoK9QQJ-sJuFE1ii2PiQtT8KG_yDsrH3YwcZK_uNHJEPX20_cEGBFspGhptL1ydyQtzccgiGGQqY-cwvVVN-GEcqv4UEsvUDb7CAdY1Ftau6m4k4UH0CHdSRLVW6dKZ-W-cEyHwEbBpU/s400/Friend%20in%20need%20friend%20indeed.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="265" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYdd3oxcHhYYcdkvvDnMPPjheX_LSmuD2wON4bSWA1gmOHoK9QQJ-sJuFE1ii2PiQtT8KG_yDsrH3YwcZK_uNHJEPX20_cEGBFspGhptL1ydyQtzccgiGGQqY-cwvVVN-GEcqv4UEsvUDb7CAdY1Ftau6m4k4UH0CHdSRLVW6dKZ-W-cEyHwEbBpU/s16000/Friend%20in%20need%20friend%20indeed.png" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mdwix</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><div>He can easily manage everything, whatever the situation he face, can be resulted a very good climax. Besides his business, he is more active socially. As a social worker he helped a lot of people who come to him for a help or suggestion. If someone came to him with an angry attitude, he becomes fuse to his very calm & positive inspiration. </div></span><div><span style="font-size: large;">At the age of fifty, he was suffering from a kidney infection, facing a acute pain while he was conferencing in a annual general meeting of social club. He was taken to hospital for a treatment. After an intensive diagnosis it was found, he had kidney failure. Ninety percentage of both kidney severely damaged. It needed immediate kidney transplantation, otherwise it was very hard to survive. To make arrangement for a kidney donor as he was o negative blood. It is a very rare blood group. Every second pushed him to a scary zone. Doctors every breath made an alarm for him for an immediate organ transplant. But Amit helplessly starred to all his surroundings so that any one could give him a chance of survive. But all in vein, none could give a hope of life. He looked around the walls of his cabin. None was pleasing for him. He subconsciously sank to the golden memories of the school. He inculcated himself, "That was a time all we felt harmony, we grew together sharing everything among us with oneness. Time made us divided to think only us." He dubiously immersed to hostel days in College. Amit clearly heard the, " Who will go to hospital to give a new life to the young lady suffering acute anemia. Give her your precious blood so she laugh." He told silently, " I responded to the call to give my blood. I hope some angel definitely will come as savior." The call of eternal world was beeping frequently to his ear," You have no more time." </span><span style="font-size: large;">All his office staff tried their best but they were helpless. One of his staff placed an advertisement seeking a noble donor.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Varun Mishra is a typical news reader. He woke up to the paper boy knocking to his door bell. He waited for the first news. He took his brush in one hand & the news paper in other hand. Within two hrs. he grasped all the rows & column. At last of the advertiser space he read," One need a kidney donor with O negative blood group." Varun was not much thought about first but he was reminded the name, Amit Bansal. Looked deeply to the Photo of the man in need. He faintly saw, "It is his classmate, Amit Bansal." He then completely reminisced his college days. Amit was a brilliant student, everyone praised him. He stood first every classes. Varun was a middle category student, he got many help in studying. Both were passed out college. Varun joined in coal mine as a technical supervisor & worked for twenty years. Continual working in the dusty area, Varun was clawed by pulmonary clogging diseases. He had an acute asthma with severe breathing problem. He was loosing hope in life. He said himself," Both of us have crisis, if I share one of my kidney to him, at least he can live for some days." Coincidentally he was o negative blood group. Varun took his phone and called to the advertiser, unanimously told " I am interest to donate one of my kidney. Just make a call on your readiness." That was a faint ray of hope to Amit, told to doctor, "God sent his angel as savior, I can alive few days more. Please arrange for my surgery."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Amit had passed through a successful surgery. He could not know the stranger who gave him a new life. He felt a wellness. After a week he was released from hospital. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">He was sitting in his garden thinking, "The world is still full of kindness." He became emotional & felt the urge to call his savior. He rang the blessed phone number. The call was received but it was not that voice. A teenager girl told, " Dad died just a week ago in a severe respiratory failure after coming from a unknown outing." Amit expressed, " oh my god! I can't believe it. Please tell your home address. He noted down." Next morning Amit reached to their home. On the corridor he noticed the photo frame garlanded with the last farewell. It was not hard to identify Varun, his real friend.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Amit told the widow, Varun's wife, " If you don't mind, I offer your daughter a secretariat job in my company." Mrs. Mishra was happy & let her daughter join in his company.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Moral of the story:</i></b></span> <i><b>Friend in need real friend indeed</b>. </i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i><b>Author: <a href="https://www.mdwix.org/p/author-md-kamaluddin.html">Md Kamaluddin</a></b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>-------------------------------------------------------------</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span><i><b>Tags: #Moralstories, #Short Story, #Literature, #Folktales, #LifeStyle, #MDWIX #Media.</b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------</i></span></div><b><span style="font-size: large;">Here is a list of Top 10 (Ten) Moral Stories. Best universal moral stories for Humanity development. Lessons for kids. </span></b><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-718118858327983202022-07-26T11:01:00.010-07:002023-12-27T09:19:50.919-08:00The Ghost Entrap| Phantom Savior-Divine Revenge-A Fiction Story by Md Kamaluddin| MDWIX Digital Literature<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">A story of revenge of a distressed Phantom. A supernatural fictional short story. MDWIX narratives.</span></h2><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> "Mom! Give me breakfast and make ready my lunch." -Alisa hurriedly told her widow mom, Selina. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifeTclAdoKRGv3tvX94cl2YhJefqrQlHCVQZeIanY7fu6EIoCfTP_kT-M8rEAb7SZ8FdOrWLBFruwLthwwC6WgiudLkFZhHwkjjSetDl_8Mj6vyp7gidBddQ7f_0sEwBjQ3sQzz9uA5Ty57GxNEvbn16dIDIPjU2-1NZIPcQSXhVFWo48XGJEddNLH/s299/Phantom%20Co%20passenger2.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="299" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifeTclAdoKRGv3tvX94cl2YhJefqrQlHCVQZeIanY7fu6EIoCfTP_kT-M8rEAb7SZ8FdOrWLBFruwLthwwC6WgiudLkFZhHwkjjSetDl_8Mj6vyp7gidBddQ7f_0sEwBjQ3sQzz9uA5Ty57GxNEvbn16dIDIPjU2-1NZIPcQSXhVFWo48XGJEddNLH/w400-h245/Phantom%20Co%20passenger2.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MDWIX</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> "It is already late to reach at station and now very hard to get the first passenger train, it is also too congested in the morning travel, I might be late in office."- Alisa was anxious to fail the weekly attendance threshold.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Selina was serving her breakfast and looked to Alisa, She murmured, "Oh! little Alisa, how you become the shelter in my lost world." She dubiously merged in recalling her miserable days of eight years ago, when Robin, Alisa's dad died in a road accident, while he was returning from his workshop. Traffic surgeon reached to Selina with a dead body wrapped in tarpaulin, Selina became senseless seeing, Robin was thrashed by a recklessly driven car, Alisa was only a ten years girl. Selina was crying! and crying! A ray of uncertainties was prominently reflected on her face. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Alisa was then a working girl in a multinational company. She was an accountant. She had to work up to 6 p.m. in her normal duty schedule. Being the accountancy staff She had to stay extra one to two hours to close her daily balance sheet. Thus she used to return to her home at 8 p.m. in the evening. This was the 20th December 1985, after five days there would be the festival of Christmas. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"> She wished to gift her mom some special for the Christmas. She was late to take the last train in Howrah railway station. She was looking at her watch. It was just five minutes away to reach the last train so she was worried to take the train on time. She hurriedly reached at the platform and found the train with just starting on its wheel. Alisa entered the compartment, it was the last compartment of the train.</span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> She was astonished that the compartment was merely passenger less. Alisa was so tired, just she was closing her eyelid. She was unconscious, opened her eye in talking of some one, she trembled in fear, as she found men were closed to her seat. All are seemed to be scoundrel, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuugyNdJsm6mMBPNCWl7h21Vnf2xgVBF4S22couy89Ha_WcOlqi0DP9F4_vFFvr-5Q7N1YPlXc6-7vbglJBAZaogaT6SdZ3IKf4-46KpNl5sxmukCK3YZD3RiCggRz11ZwZngjPxJxnHOFj296y8Ql-QF00Y07SUrfkNM_2uP0PYHmv_2cA8czmjpc/s276/Phantom%20Co%20passenger.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="276" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuugyNdJsm6mMBPNCWl7h21Vnf2xgVBF4S22couy89Ha_WcOlqi0DP9F4_vFFvr-5Q7N1YPlXc6-7vbglJBAZaogaT6SdZ3IKf4-46KpNl5sxmukCK3YZD3RiCggRz11ZwZngjPxJxnHOFj296y8Ql-QF00Y07SUrfkNM_2uP0PYHmv_2cA8czmjpc/w400-h265/Phantom%20Co%20passenger.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> One of the brutal stranger held the chest, trying to unhook her shirt. She hopelessly resisted to save herself but all in vein, They started to molest such she lost her sense. She did not realize what had happened to her, She only saw four dead men were lying on the floor and heard the soft voice of a tall men standing in front of her. The man of uncanny told her, "You are my lost daughter kept at home for whom I always feel missed, not to rear her. Those scoundrel fiercely raptured my all hope and expectation. Now I breaks the claws of the brutal., still there I was unable to save me, I have continue to pay off debt to my family at least a spot on the journey," Alisa did not see him clearly but felt her daddy within the uncanny touch. The shadow man went to the gate of the compartment and vanished in the air. The train reached at Bandel junction station, Alisa felt a phantom bid a "goodbye". </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><b><span style="color: #800180;">Author: Md Kamal Uddin</span></b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">----------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">#MD #Kamal #Uddin, #Literature, #Digital #storyteller, #Md #kamaluddin, #shortstory, </div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b><i>Here is a list of best Ghost Story.</i></b></span><b><span><br /></span><div><br /></div>
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</b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comIndia20.593684 78.96288-7.7165498361788458 43.80663 48.903917836178849 114.11913tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-78792208401835676532022-06-13T01:26:00.013-07:002023-10-29T03:26:28.384-07:00How to Encourage Yourself | Mdwix Moral Stories| How to Engage in Social Work| John & Russell Motivational Folktales<h2 style="text-align: left;">Worth in need, worth indeed| Two friends, two different ideas| Motivational Folktales| Short Stories for Inspiration.</h2><div><span style="font-size: large;"> John Agustin is the big boss in his publishing company. He manages his organization in good policy and strategy. He is too much promising. ambitious, and career optimist. He is not only good in his company but he was also a good student. </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span>He was a brilliant as well as a diligent student.</span><span> He is successful both in his academic and professional career. She had completed his academic career with a distinction so all his classmates, teachers, professor praised for him.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPgbxfT10jiykrafHUGXMhK6sDDQ4eyfRiamnunLGbB47xxVnqQQcmDyk62TGtoJIMqTpXPFXUmwW9bObLhkrsubewM6S9HHj3MX5DwcKZIjCSiwy1700Dq3W8VSra-4yNm5Ug56wXB4GvK_GBK-nHdjwPSpFTL2vkFcs_9T4Q7WNUgYt3v0xB1N3/s393/Two%20firnds%20two%20ideas.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="393" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPgbxfT10jiykrafHUGXMhK6sDDQ4eyfRiamnunLGbB47xxVnqQQcmDyk62TGtoJIMqTpXPFXUmwW9bObLhkrsubewM6S9HHj3MX5DwcKZIjCSiwy1700Dq3W8VSra-4yNm5Ug56wXB4GvK_GBK-nHdjwPSpFTL2vkFcs_9T4Q7WNUgYt3v0xB1N3/s16000/Two%20firnds%20two%20ideas.png" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MDWIX</td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Russell William was his friend in his class, he was not a good scorer in his academic session. Both of them dwell in opposite pole but coincidentally both were in same trade in their future profession. After completing their education, John got a job in an international book agency as CEO but till then Russell did not get any job. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> John as chief of his company emphasised on expansion of his company. He was also qualified in business management so it was well known about marketing strategy. Whole world is managing on corporate strategy, more sales, more prices and more profits. So he put efforts on better sales. He started costly advertising campaign for his sales growth, invested huge money in greater looks and get up of the books for the best exposure. It incurs cost inflation and increases the price of it's publication. All the books were good and more informative. But it was out of reach of marginal and poor students.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> On the other hand, Russell had no way out and unable to engage himself in any job. Last he decided to sell old books in cheaper prices for benefit of poor and needy student. He organised social network for campaigning to donate used books or sold their old books to him. Gradually he arranged to open several books counters in multiple point at different places throughout his country, even he run several mobile book store to reach the books to the aspirants. He was happy to serve millions of countrymen.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> On golden jubilee of their college, John and Russel were invited in the ceremony. The dean of the college came on the stage, </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span>the old man just put his </span><span>spectacle</span><span> on his eyes and looked the gatherings, student was sitting in the audience chair and started to speak, </span><span>"I feel very proud to see all my students are happy in their life. For hundred years, this institute is producing thousands of students who are established in their career. Hence our college management has decided to honor our ex-student with the prestigious 'Golden Jubilee Excellence Award' and we here gather to memorize the moments."</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> John was very hopeful and confident for his success in his career, his eyes was glittering to own the prestigious prize. Russel was only think of his bad past, he felt disappointed for his lost of golden times. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Registrar of the college came to dais and lauded, </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span>" Based on survey and public opinion on best contribution of excellency, Mr. Russell William is</span><span> selected for the Golden Jubilee Award for his contribution to the benefit for needy students. Russell woke up from his subconscious state hearing his name in loud speaker and was spellbound, everyone in audiences claps their hands. Russel was weeping while he was receiving his prize.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><u><b><i><span style="color: #800180;">Morals of the story:</span></i></b> </u></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><i><b>1) Do not be hopeless in hard times, reconstruct you for an ultimate recognition. </b></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><i><b>2) Devotion in need, one helps you indeed.</b></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><i><b>3) Social helping always helps you.</b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i><b>Author: <a href="https://www.mdwix.org/p/author-md-kamaluddin.html">Md Kamaluddin</a></b></i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">-------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div><b><span style="font-size: large;">Here is a list of Top 10 (Ten) Moral Stories. 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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-8282940022785525542022-06-09T05:30:00.012-07:002023-10-29T03:26:45.823-07:00Essence of Nature's Creation| MDWIX Moral Stories| Be grateful to Almighty<h2 style="height: 0px; text-align: left;">Nature is build on Autonomy. Everything is judiciously allocated. Apparently something seems to be useless.</h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><br /></h2><div><br /></div><h2 style="height: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Maksim Alexander was a Russian businessman, he roamed several parts of the world for his trade concern. He went to western Asia for trade fare. He was in the Arabian desert mainly the western Yemen, a very hot region in the mid day light.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_9mHRZWsnqY4U1fUlG5F3NoUJvkm0AWIQTUdiLP3sa1KM7JRjyh9muCaTmB08ejBSPX3N08iwdZ1QoBsz_nw_qkG0k-6EZHOD3TsA6Akcx0QywSipRV7e8Zhb7Y4DXQMO2eZammlIcoCnEmjGIlvpVrNLyPKHYtwiJQlKwU8UZl-NFMggykbTB3Pm/s400/Natures%20Essence.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="265" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_9mHRZWsnqY4U1fUlG5F3NoUJvkm0AWIQTUdiLP3sa1KM7JRjyh9muCaTmB08ejBSPX3N08iwdZ1QoBsz_nw_qkG0k-6EZHOD3TsA6Akcx0QywSipRV7e8Zhb7Y4DXQMO2eZammlIcoCnEmjGIlvpVrNLyPKHYtwiJQlKwU8UZl-NFMggykbTB3Pm/s16000/Natures%20Essence.png" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MDWIX</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">He had to ride on the back of camel hump throughput the sand sea. It was very hot in the noon. While he was passing by the firing sand, he felt thirsty. He was in the threshold to die. He seek a rest in the shadow but he could not find a single tree around him. Only bushes of cactus with large thorns were found. At last he approached to a bush but found no such place to sit, everywhere it was full of thorny branches. He was irritated and thought, "Why these unworthy bushes are here, no shadow, no fruit at all." Just few minutes he noticed that a flock of camel came to the bushes, swallowed some green leaf and quenched their thirst and went away. It rejuvenated them with fuel energy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Maksim was watching to bushes. He realised the need of lone cactus. Nature has made them to feed the hungry camel in the desert.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Morals of the story:</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><i>1) Every natural creature is no doubt needful.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><i>2) Be grateful to Almighty for His blessings and arrangements for universe.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="color: red; font-weight: 400;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Author: <a href="https://www.mdwix.org/p/author-md-kamaluddin.html">Md Kamaluddin</a></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">__________________________________</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Those are interested please contact at email <a href="mailto:ceo.mdwix@gmail.com">ceo.mdwix@gmail.com</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-73974567526329057502022-05-19T04:31:00.026-07:002023-10-29T03:27:01.268-07:00King's Solitary Birthday| MDWIX Folktales| How Serenity Always Reward| Benefits of Obedience| Moral Stories for kids<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">King's Solitary Birthday meeting| An Indian Folktales for vowing serenity to Lord is always rewarding| Obedience benefits us| Moral stories for kid's Personality development. MDWIX Narratives. </span></h2><div><span style="font-size: large;">Once upon a time, there was a noble and generous king in India. He was very kind and loved his countrymen. He was also respected by his tenant. He always thought for welfare of the people of his state. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5SdUQ-ShwtsCEf9bP5vT4loY7vpkDbnZ3UvEix91a9k0uXTyjDtLwxqogfpW6qrMdC8dJqi5V6VmbfQwfj9MHeMBghiFgCLvAe5BIW4W2GbU5BzehOF-OFmjG7go2N7zC85z8gDN2I_QeWqKowGG9YXiVuKZFBEdkcKvIsLcF3r0wmApyHT8AS7HM/s400/Solitary%20kings%20birthday%20meeting.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5SdUQ-ShwtsCEf9bP5vT4loY7vpkDbnZ3UvEix91a9k0uXTyjDtLwxqogfpW6qrMdC8dJqi5V6VmbfQwfj9MHeMBghiFgCLvAe5BIW4W2GbU5BzehOF-OFmjG7go2N7zC85z8gDN2I_QeWqKowGG9YXiVuKZFBEdkcKvIsLcF3r0wmApyHT8AS7HM/s16000/Solitary%20kings%20birthday%20meeting.png" /></a></div>One day he wished to donate gold coins to his tenant as gift in his fifty years birthday ceremony celebration. The idea of gift was kept secret and only known to his close companion.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The king ordered for a notified announcement to his people," This year our king is completing his fifty year birthday and pleased with prosperity and happiness of his countrymen. So he wish to celebrate this auspicious moment with the people of his state. He further declares the day as state holiday. So everyone is invited to attend the call of majesty. Lord wishes a happy rose with you that he will receive from all of you in hand."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> One of the tenant was very happy hearing the holiday announcement. He thought everyone except him would attend the meeting. His absence would not be accounted. Rather he could plan to complete his pending household work.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> The auspicious day came, a grand birthday party was arranged in the royal garden. King happily came to the venue waiting for his tenants. Whole day passed he saw only a man with a rose came to celebrate his grand day. Through out the day none except a single man came to express his obedience. King was feeling sad and gave all his gift coins to that sincere and obedient follower. He murmured," oh! my countrymen, you all really do not love me and loose my blessing."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> What happened in that day was everyone thought like the first man, "I don't need to attend the meeting, someone else will attend." Only the second man was sincere to his Lord and he was responsible to his master's call without thinking of others.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><b><u><i>Morals of the Story: </i></u></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><i>1) To make almighty </i></b></span><b style="color: #274e13;"><i>happy </i></b><b style="color: #274e13;"><i> and be blessed, attend his call starting from you irrespective of others response.</i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b><i>2) Obedience is always rewarding.</i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Storyteller: <a href="https://www.tubebkc.com/p/about.html">Md Kamaluddin</a></i></b></span></div><div>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Tags: #Moralstories, #Short Story, #Literature, #Folktales, #LifeStyle, #MDWIX #Media.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------</i></span></div><b><span style="font-size: large;">Here is a list of Top 10 (Ten) Moral Stories. 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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-5371373118176420552022-05-17T04:55:00.010-07:002023-10-29T03:27:16.407-07:00Discovery of Umbrella| Moral Story| MDWIX Folktales| Change ourselves not the World|<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Folk tales behind the Discovery of Umbrella-A Moral Story with the message: Focus on exact solution for the problem| Kids Stories.</span></h2><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Once upon a time there was great king in India. He was too powerful and ruled the prosperous country. He was whimsical and had vanity for his superiority. One day he would like to roam his kingdom along the countryside. He told his minister to take charge for looking after the day to day activities. The King ride on his horse and went out alone.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38cf1zd0yrpC-MINRzisY_Hf4QVtMOzJyrcoRpzllDaCIqsbnT20bYBl0vikMg8TlL9OuSt6jcOYs8H8h8wfqfN2UXlZNsjB2I7oFBoM6m6-eRtsdh6pd4RUouyCjwQoNwLtkV6UJ9YvFZ4UFxZD_1T4sgUCXEkt_i56ynxh9vWA-Uco0werkNKXx/s208/KINGS%20UMBRELLA.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="208" data-original-width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38cf1zd0yrpC-MINRzisY_Hf4QVtMOzJyrcoRpzllDaCIqsbnT20bYBl0vikMg8TlL9OuSt6jcOYs8H8h8wfqfN2UXlZNsjB2I7oFBoM6m6-eRtsdh6pd4RUouyCjwQoNwLtkV6UJ9YvFZ4UFxZD_1T4sgUCXEkt_i56ynxh9vWA-Uco0werkNKXx/s16000/KINGS%20UMBRELLA.png" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">mdwix</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">That was a very hot summer season. He was being burnt in scorching sun beams and became fatigued. He was so tired and could not move any more. He sat under a tree. He thought, " I am a great king though sun beam burns me. I will make arrangement to put a curtain to cover everywhere so that sun can't touch me anywhere." While he was thinking such idea, a dark cloud engulfed him and started to rain with hail stone. Some of the stone hit on his crown. He was too angry and shouted," What rubbish! it is. Being of a king, none is dare to touch my feet, How dare! the hail stone hit my crown. It is unbearable and I'll take action definitely soon."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Then and there he returned to his capital and called an urgent meeting. The king discussed the happening and ordered his chief minister to make arrangement to put up curtain throughout his state.<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">As per the order, next day thousands of curtain fabric and bamboos were taken with a huge expense. It was started to make pavilion.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> There was a wise servant in the palace of the King. He was very common and innocent. He thought, " If everywhere is covered with curtain to restrain sun light and rain, How crops will be grown, Everyone will die of starvation. Moreover the huge cost of expense for curtain will be charged from the tenant as taxes and duties. The whole country would face the financial crisis." The servant realized that he must need to raise voice for an alternate ideas.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Next day, he went to the kings meeting hall in fear and uncertainty. He told to the king," Sir, with your great majesty, I wish to place a suggestion for the ongoing project." The king starred to the stranger and told him," Ok, tell what you want to say.". The servant mildly reiterated his awful thoughts of black days of his countrymen. Again he started to speak, " I think we need to cover up our body only which is affected by scorching sun ray and rain." The king realized his suggestion and ordered his civil works departments to think for such an idea. The mechanic made a thing with a small pavilion with a small holding stick. This was looked like an umbrella now. The great king surprised and rewarded the servant by making awarding a post for his ministry. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><b><u>Morals of the Story: </u></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>1) While facing problem, change yourself not rest of the world. 2) Pay values to them who seem to be unworthy.3) Find out judicious solutions for the problems you face.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><b>Story composer: <a href="https://www.mdwix.org/p/author-md-kamaluddin.html">Md Kamaluddin</a></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Tags: #Moralstories, #Short Story, #Literature, #Folktales, #LifeStyle, #MDWIX #Media.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------</i></span></div><b><span style="font-size: large;">Here is a list of Top 10 (Ten) Moral Stories. 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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-19607634175675124482022-04-22T11:30:00.077-07:002023-12-12T21:18:10.009-08:00Good Summer in Calcutta| Pleasant Kolkata-City of Joy of India in Summer of Bengal-A Natures Poem By Md Kamaluddin <h2 style="text-align: left;">A Natures Poetry of Md Kamaluddin echoing a Beautiful Summer in Calcutta, The City of Joy of India, Kolkata, Bengal.</h2><div><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Prelude of the Poem</i></b>, </span><b>"Good Summer in Calcutta."</b>- The Author lived in the Small Village in West Bengal, India. He used to enjoy the summer in his native places and roamed around the mango's & black berry's gardens. He ate the kernel of palms & dates. It was wholly amazing during summer vacation in the school. Advent of adolescent, during summer vacation he once visited to Calcutta presently Kolkata, the City of Joy in India. All his feelings & enjoyments are presented here in the forms of a Nature's Poetry. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjms2XmR279NYnEYpkWM6vs2XntE-V0_V70-Gg0HB-sdKXOAcTUvzTAVKCwczX5O8TCAJcygB17UYlcPcDuGJ52o0AhSm18A5hg4eMpKx4tWpzwmsNJGCVngkA0EIWDeNFbLBG4hjeS0kAIKNSJHDKdh-7IQz8E0_XA1LKgb8Hv8YlOi39-OilMkquK/s597/A%20Good%20Summer%20in%20Calcutta.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="597" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjms2XmR279NYnEYpkWM6vs2XntE-V0_V70-Gg0HB-sdKXOAcTUvzTAVKCwczX5O8TCAJcygB17UYlcPcDuGJ52o0AhSm18A5hg4eMpKx4tWpzwmsNJGCVngkA0EIWDeNFbLBG4hjeS0kAIKNSJHDKdh-7IQz8E0_XA1LKgb8Hv8YlOi39-OilMkquK/s16000/A%20Good%20Summer%20in%20Calcutta.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Good Summer in Calcutta-</i></b></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The day was brighter than glory eyes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It hovered to the clear skies.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Free of fear of panic cold some,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sunny day was wholly awesome.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Morning beams were splashing slow,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">They were slowly crossing the meadow.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Walking out of the yard,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Felt the warm touch of Lord.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The lips were soaking to lovely thirst.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yet it was the season of trust.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nature was blossoming fun,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was brighter day of glowing sun.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The summers sun scorching my glasses,</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">It seemed an orange lovingly squeezes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I enjoyed the bath in golden sun,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Be overwhelmed for countless fun.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I madly be drunken-</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh! I felt my veins broken.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Be hot in immense desire,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Drinking mango pulp in pleasure.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Every veins were hot in tease of summer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Looked around the cold of shower.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My cheeks and eyebrows bath in hot kisses.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Still I remembered the summer's blisses.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The humid bubbles rings dance,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Around the hot fragile glass.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sweating in veins of glowing sun,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All the day was with drinking and fun.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Beneath the shadow of trees Banyan.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nibbling the slice of rosy watermelon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Along with a glass of pineapple juices,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Touch the taste of curd's kisses.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ride on cart's puller around,</div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Every where felt the breezing sound.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The nerves were dried out of serum.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rejuvenated with coke's cold turn.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The buses on road boast of crowd,</div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">In the dome of jarring sound.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pleasant feel engulfed me in hurry,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Starred faint to lass in glory.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">She winked in the breezy noon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To the refreshing breathed soon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All her hair curling in wind,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To shower, the beauties of kind.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Whispered the song of myriad bird,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wrapped the cold breath of stirred.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The ground was full of green.</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Trespasser took a halt in dream.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The mangoes hanging to me,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Calling lovingly to catch thee.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fatigued to joyous court of Victoria.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was peaceful noon in utopia.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The birds were courting in nest,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To pay off the summers mist.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The paddock was full of beauty.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a natures scenic bounty.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">By the Ganges, the holy river</div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Awaken the sacred trigger.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Quivered to tidal flow,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Enchanted the summer vow.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Forgot how the sun rose to set on.</div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">How the long day went on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The twinkle stars seem to awaken.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The glorious evening handshake.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Woke up from mysterious reverie</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Those scenes were enchanting every.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Returned to the veil of shelter,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Winked the lids of my eyes,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Host a loving moon</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the blackish skies.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A breeze in psychic sensor.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I took oath not to forget ever.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Author: </span><a href="https://www.tubebkc.com/p/about.html" style="text-align: left;">Md Kamaluddin</a></div></span></div><div><b style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">All are invited to connect with MDWIX Digital Network.</b></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-42759264305781148042022-03-06T07:34:00.021-08:002023-10-29T03:27:31.121-07:00A Parable of Pencil Analogy to Success in Human Beings| Five Golden Rules for Achieving Aim in Everyone's Life| Most inspiring Illustration| MDWIX Narratives<h2 style="text-align: left;">An Analogy Between a Pencil and Human Beings with Five Golden Rules for Achieving Aim in Everyone's Life.</h2><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFB4Wmq2KD6o94A1QQ1pMFxzkpHpLcmGlCYJHsaYlrmcDY6dnvRjt_BvNQxdfOOssb7sjS6MjGNaHy7A2nspre0GVvEWmDQy4rmA7pkvFRfb5Gcrn_cUQS8br4IUzeBWCiNKSfJXAuY0poh6eETUbTAfAJz6pP34LVa_JGawlpSLWEFCgSzp2e1vf/s397/Parable%20of%20Pencil%20analogy%20to%20Success%20in%20Human%20life.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="397" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFB4Wmq2KD6o94A1QQ1pMFxzkpHpLcmGlCYJHsaYlrmcDY6dnvRjt_BvNQxdfOOssb7sjS6MjGNaHy7A2nspre0GVvEWmDQy4rmA7pkvFRfb5Gcrn_cUQS8br4IUzeBWCiNKSfJXAuY0poh6eETUbTAfAJz6pP34LVa_JGawlpSLWEFCgSzp2e1vf/w320-h242/Parable%20of%20Pencil%20analogy%20to%20Success%20in%20Human%20life.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MDWIX</td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Johan, a spiritual narrator taught a mind blowing story in his every class. This is a very interesting illustration for achieving aim in everyone's life. He showed a pencil and told to his students, "Just follow five golden rules which this pencil follows, you definitely get the success in your life." He looked to his students and told, "Perhaps you all are curious." He then told, " You all know that with a pencil, a picture can be drawn, a story can be written when it is hold by an artist or a writer. Otherwise it is worthless. So first rule is to find out someone who can distinguish you and hold you to bring out your capabilities. Prove yourself until he/she becomes ready to hold you." </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Johan took a long breathing and started, " You can't use a pencil without sharpening time to time. It tolerates a painful experience. Otherwise it will become useless. This is the second rule. You will experience a painful sharpening time to time , by going through various problems in life, but you will need it to become a stronger person."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> After a pause he again started to tell, " You need to be flexible to correct any mistake as anyone erase the mistaken writings by a pencil. This is the third rule of success."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> He explained, " You all see the different colors of outer surface of a uncut pencil but when it is written, it will scribe in the colors what is inside it. So the fourth rule is that the most important part of you will always be what's on the inside."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> "On every surface a pencil is used, it leaves a mark on it, no matter what the condition, it is ready to write. So fifth rule is that you must put mark on your horizon whatever the condition you face, you must continue your duties." Johan said to his students, "Allow this parable of the pencil to encourage yourself. Consider you can fulfill the objectives to which you are born to achieve."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><u><b>Morals of the story:</b></u> Encourage Yourself and feels your life can always make a significant change at every situation. </i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Author:</b> <a href="https://www.tubebkc.com/p/about.html"><b>Md Kamaluddin</b></a></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> ----------------------------------</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-90330383960834244392022-02-01T07:38:00.016-08:002023-10-12T03:31:02.197-07:00Poem on the Verdict for Foolish Argument| Moral Poetry on the Fables of Monkey and Donkey | Kids Rhyme or Poem| MDWIX Narratives.<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800180;">A Poetry with Moral Tales of Monkey and Donkey Argument| Never Argue With Fool. A Moral Kid's Poetry Composed By Md Kamaluddin.</span></h2><div><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><u>Prelude of the Poetry:</u></span></i> </span></h3><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="color: #800180;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Once upon a time there was two neighbours, one Donkey and a Monkey. They had lived with different ideas and knowledge, Donkey always believed some odd thoughts that were generally contradictory but he used to dominate with the right one. One day they argued on the colour of Meadow. They reached to fighting. Finally they came to the king of jungle, Lion. He punished Monkey though he was right on his concept but he argued with a wrong believer. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhM9ZJuzTaOUHC2X3Y6sVy1WHRL_wt_qDMu6UWBa1YEcHtyjRz6xELER7sFVyS7SQgJjaRYyl-n0QTYUr5AGH462RCkSipv3dKXaDMMNFBqElu07ABBfpmNnqOiSrJYxv9u0Pa8xqaWXJyeQKb15K8Ms_jn9rcd2FDEsbGn5injXsY8UepQS6Iul9bs=s600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhM9ZJuzTaOUHC2X3Y6sVy1WHRL_wt_qDMu6UWBa1YEcHtyjRz6xELER7sFVyS7SQgJjaRYyl-n0QTYUr5AGH462RCkSipv3dKXaDMMNFBqElu07ABBfpmNnqOiSrJYxv9u0Pa8xqaWXJyeQKb15K8Ms_jn9rcd2FDEsbGn5injXsY8UepQS6Iul9bs=s16000" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /><h2 style="text-align: justify;">"Verdict for a Foolish Argument"</h2><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That was an argument of a wise Monkey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"What's the color of meadow"-asked the Donkey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Monkey chuckled to say-"it's green."</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Donkey insisted, "it's blue, What do you mean."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last they resorted to king, Lion</div><div style="text-align: justify;">to resolute the clash upon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The jungle lord acquitted the donkey</div><div style="text-align: justify;">but verdict to punish the monkey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Doctrine to banish the monkey</div><div style="text-align: justify;">from the banquet of the forest.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Declared injunction him for</div><div style="text-align: justify;">a year of confined rest.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The lion said to the stubborn monkey,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We all disappointed to the dull donkey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In spite of having a bigger head-</div><div style="text-align: justify;">how fool he had been.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Always he pushed aside the right</div><div style="text-align: justify;">to be the molested dean.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"You are right yet I punish you, poor Monkey!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All are in vein."- he argued to unworthy Donkey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Composed By: <a href="https://www.tubebkc.com/p/about.html"><b>Md Kamaluddin</b></a></div></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Moral of the Poem: Never try to argue to fools with nature of dominating with wrong ideas.</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>------------------------------------------------</b></i></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-57653823517281324322022-01-23T08:51:00.008-08:002023-10-29T03:27:47.690-07:00Old Man, his Son and a Sparrow| A touching Story of Parental Love & Affection| Son Cries for his Noble Father| A Motivational Folktale| MDWIX Narratives.<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: red;">Son Cries, Cries & Cries for his Noble Father. Parental Love & Affection are always immeasurable. A Story of inspiration & motivation to pay tribute to Father & Son Relationship. </span></h2><div><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></div><div><span> <span style="font-size: large;">This Story may be circulated in different media earlier. But MDWIX needs the importance to republish it in it's own styles & languages for educational purpose. Since this type of heart touching story makes an impression in our subconscious mind that helps to improve the inter-personal relationship in our home, societies & surroundings. MDWIX always believes to improve the human moral values that will upgrade the spiritual bond of humanities. Now let we start the Story as follows: "A Touching Story of an Old Father, his Son & a Sparrow."</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqUs0hiQYm-jw5oda9FwcXUop2EJ5bE2lrIo2ri7RrdMlYNcq17jInfXdUqYeiARUwILlOAkKHMFxtmD0yJb2hW7vBisOql4TfusTslfCZthAT1ycycZXsZj2XU0ep7eQ_tmz4NQOAfKey4ytFNVJaulFnAjWpzRPOmmjLhw74sOjidWNeUx9lknZH=s600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqUs0hiQYm-jw5oda9FwcXUop2EJ5bE2lrIo2ri7RrdMlYNcq17jInfXdUqYeiARUwILlOAkKHMFxtmD0yJb2hW7vBisOql4TfusTslfCZthAT1ycycZXsZj2XU0ep7eQ_tmz4NQOAfKey4ytFNVJaulFnAjWpzRPOmmjLhw74sOjidWNeUx9lknZH=s16000" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"> Jacob was 70 Years Old man living with his son, John. Jacob was suffering from aging. He had an eye cataract, he could not see clearly even a short distance away. One day he was sitting in the bench in their garden along with his 30 years old Son, John. The old man spent his all wealth & efforts to make his son well established.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;">He was successful to be a happy father as his son became a high income professional. Father and his son were sitting side by side in winter morning. Suddenly a humming bird, a little Sparrow perched in the twigs of the green herbs. The old man guessed something came but could not see the vague object and asked his son, " What is that, John?" John looked out his head and replied, "It is a Sparrow."</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"> After few minutes, the old father asked his son second time, "What is that?" John told him, "Father! I have just told you, it is a sparrow."</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"> Next a little while, the old man again asked his son for third time, " What is that, John?" At this time, some expression of irritation was felt in his son's tone. He said his father with a rebuff, " It is a Sparrow."</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"> A little after, the old man asked his son further, " John! What is that?" His son looked to the man hesitatingly and fiercely shouted to his father, " Dad! Why do you ask me same thing again and again, although I have already told you so many times, It is a sparrow." Jacob looked to his angry son and reminisced his golden days while he was starred to his innocent son.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"> A little later the old man went to his room & returned back with a yellowish diary, which he had maintained since his son was born. On opening a page, he asked his son, " John! Read this page loudly.". John started to read the page, " Today my three years old little son sit on the bench in the garden. He is looking spellbound to the every pieces of nature </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span>in the winter morning</span><span>. He stars to learn the birds & flowers. He curiously sees a sparrow near by him. He asked me 25 times, Dad! What is that? I never exhausted to tell him, It was a Sparrow. Every time I replied to him lovingly, It is a Sparrow. I hugged him & told, it is a sparrow. I do not feel irritated rather I feel affection for my innocent kid." John read all the manuscript and both of his eyes were filled with tears. He realized himself how he became a successful man. He hugged his father and asked to forgive him. Pray to bless him as his father.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><i><b>Moral: A father is always a precious wealth for every son.</b></i></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><i><b><u>Welcome to MDWIX Digital World.</u></b></i></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-34501381317413534302021-11-20T21:19:00.013-08:002023-10-29T03:28:02.398-07:00True Love Rewards Spontaneously-A Short Story on Unconditional Family Love- A Blessing gift of Divinity-A Folktale in Netherland-MDWIX Narratives<h2 style="text-align: left;">Love in Family is the Greatest Blessing in Human Life-An extra-ordinary gift of God-This short Story on Family Love enhances us to shower our gratitude to Almighty.</h2><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> Alden was a windmill staff. He was living with his spouse, Erika & their kids, Edwin & Evelyn in a small town, in the district of Zaan, near Amsterdam in Netherland. </span><span>They were poor but happy with full of their happiness. Alden was paid a meager as remuneration of his wage. Erika maintained a balanced family expenses so that they could get their minimum requirement of lifestyle. Everyday Erika woke up in the early morning & paid a tribute to God to make them more happier than that of whatever poverty they would be gifted. Alden nodded to Erika's prayer always. Edwin was a school goer of class seven standard & Evelyn was a cute girl of class Five standard. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> Erika was washing utensil in the kitchen and making preparation for the lunch of Alden. He used to take his home made foodstuff as he would like to have his Erika's love and devotion in it. After sending Alden to his way to factory, Erika started to care her kids, Edwin &Evelyn. They were fed their morning snacks & prepared their foodstuff for their lunch box. She everyday tutored their the home work. The school bus came at their street, Erika sent his kids for their school. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> Since Alden had limited income, the lifestyle of the family was moderate. All the household work had been done by Erika. She looked, the house maid came to neighbor's house. Sometimes she used to gossip them. She felt the need of a helping maid while she was ill. The cost bearing capacity limited to execute her family duties. She continued her service from early morning up to fatigued bed time. While Erika was sleeping, Alden lying beside her, saw the ray of satisfaction paying her duties to her family. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> Alden was seeing her gown that was fade and torn in some places but she was looking so beautiful. </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">He was touching her hair slightly, kisses her forehead and chin. She was just quivered with soft edges. Alden murmured himself, "How good you are! and cute enough, though you pass your tough times everyday but you become happy. I am feeling distressed of not to pay you any luxurious amenities." Alden was sunk to a romantic sensation & wrapped her deeply. Erika felt an ecstasy and winked to him, "You still not sleep." Alden chuckled to her, "You are too cute, can't move my head, I can't close my eye lid." Erika smiled, "You are handsome too." She hugged him deeply & kissed to his neck. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Alden lamented," I can't give you anything but still you are happy & loving." "You are my best wealth in my world, You gifted me my kids who make me happiest, I would like to live on their happiness. I always dream a happiest world within them."-Erika told to him with</span><span style="font-size: large;"> her mild love." "While Edwin goes to School, I hope to have prosperous future of our family, I always weave a world of dream come true, Evelyn's dances & singing mesmerize me. I feel like a paradise. I see a nymph in heaven."-Erika softly expressed herself. Alden was deeply hallucinated to Erika's extreme desire. Thus he forgot his all pain of poverty. Usually both of them slept lapping each other. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVTElQ8k2vL0-vuMbuY42GQYIBmafl8qT7h_z9e7XFQNcfB8Mp_QszIpXNYYQKPc1nk06nlffuY3wucqzpEFpAY9usl1V4WZTT3VZjNeiVbQAMo0ZfHnvFdhBZU6KzsWVPSwZrV_71ayaC9y2xnLaWaP8O9iKgR5jkVaIftQl6-idA8b6y9k6jd7WP=s606" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="606" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVTElQ8k2vL0-vuMbuY42GQYIBmafl8qT7h_z9e7XFQNcfB8Mp_QszIpXNYYQKPc1nk06nlffuY3wucqzpEFpAY9usl1V4WZTT3VZjNeiVbQAMo0ZfHnvFdhBZU6KzsWVPSwZrV_71ayaC9y2xnLaWaP8O9iKgR5jkVaIftQl6-idA8b6y9k6jd7WP=w400-h238" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MDWIX</td></tr></tbody></table>As usual practices, Erika woke up before cuckoo's singing in the tranquil dawn. She started her day with a gratitude to almighty for blessing a good day. Alden was preparing for his duty. He wore his shirt. Erika looked to him & noticed that the shirt he was wearing torn in some portion. Somehow he managed to insert </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span>within his pant to</span><span> hide his poverty. Erika wished to gift him a new pant & shirt in coming X-mass though she was confused how to manage money for having it. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> Whatever they were happy to their limited resources, festive season was always penetrating Alden. Mostly he felt disappointed in X-mass </span><span>occasion. The neighbor were being busy to arrange for their X-mass preparation, Alden family never got the taste of festive enjoyment. He heard of the disappointing conversation of his family members. "Dad! all my school mates buy their x-mass gift, but we don't have."-Evelyn politely asked his father.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Evelyn had a gold plated neckless. She looked gorgeous with her chain. Mom said to her, "if I could give you a rosy pendant to it, you would be look so beautiful." Edwin felt the shy depression of her mom. He then planned to gift a pendant to her cute sister. Edwin told to her sister, " Evelyn! I shall give you an attractive X-mass gift, it will be jealous to your friend." He was restless to manage it. </span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> Edwin was wearing his coat & pant. He was being ready for his school. Evelyn was aside him starring to his dearest brother. He looked handsome. If he had a glossy tie, he would be looked like a prince. " If I have money to gift him a tie in his neck, he off course looks so beautiful.-Evelyn murmured herself. </span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Alden felt the desire of his family members. "My family never get the taste of festive mood, This year I will try to make them happy in X-mass."- Alden affirmed himself. He heard of some shops recruits extra staff in the festive sale. He thought to join in the evening sales counter for an extra earning.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Next day while returning from his factory, he came to an antique sales shops. He met the shop owner and expressed him to offer a part time job in the evening sales. The shop owner closely looked him & found an immense need. He offered him, "I can give you an opportunity but only I can pay you 15000 Guilder (The former currency of Netherland) for this season sale." Alden was feeling so glad. "Ok, master tomorrow, I shall join."- Elden delighted himself.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Alden joined to his new assignments as a sales person. He was too polite and supportive to the customer. Most of the customer did not return without a purchase. Shop owner noticed a sales growth as Alden joined in his shop. He was paying his service sincerely. Closing his counter he returned back home at 9 PM.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Erika waited for his return but she said one day, "You are being too late recently." Extra work, this is peak festive production."- Alden mildly told her. "No, matter, I awe about your overstressed.-Erika expressed to him. Thus he mostly completed his contract of service in disguise. <br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> X-mass day came to threshold. On the evening of the holy times of 25th December, the surroundings of his society were decorated with X-mass trees, Santa clause and rainbow lights. Neighbors were returning with cakes, chocolates and gifts for their beloved ones. That day was different also in Alden's family. Erika bought a pack </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">of big cakes, Santa gown for her kids and a box of gift for her Alden. Edwin & Evelyn were also happy to buy gift pack for each of them. All were eagerly waiting for the happy moment with their dad, Alden.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Alden was paid his salary & returned home early with a bunch of accessories to celebrate the Holy X-Mass evening. Alden had a pleasure of a victorious satisfaction. After getting refresh, all were assembled to the only wooden table keeping all their gift packs.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Edwin gave his gift pack to Evelyn & She also gave her pack to Edwin. Both of them happily unpacked their boxes. Edwin found a luxurious Tie to buy which Evelyn sold her neckless. On the other part Evelyn found a fabulous Rosy Pendant to buy which Edwin sold his Coat. Both of them became hopeless. They were sobbing silently. Drops of tear were running on their chin.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Erika gave the gift pack to Alden. He unpacked his gift packet. Alden's eyes were expanding to have his dreamy Shirt-Pant. Alden asked Erika," where is your bracelet, Erika?" "Sold it to buy all the goods, I feel, the happy face on this evening will be more precious than that of my bracelet."- Erika replied Alden. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Alden felt so happy seeing the tenacity & depth of their love and affection. He then mildly told them, "All of you gifted to your dearest one in expense of your favourite items, that is the best vow to Lord Jesus."</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Alden gave all of them their gift packs and told to unpack their boxes. Erika found a queens gown along with her bracelet, Edwin found his favourite Coat, Evelyn found her neckless in her box. All became spellbound. "Amazing! but how it is possible."- all asked to Alden.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Alden unfolded this magic. All of you sold your valuables to that Antique corner where I was working as an evening staff for the last few weeks. Today on joining my shop I found all these items were showcased. I identified all these very easily. Today I got my salary. I collected & bought them. All of them happily enjoyed the long awaiting X-Mass celebration.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Moral of the Story: Loving for our family will always reward the ultimate happiness in spite of poverty we face. This is ultimate gift of God.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Author: <a href="https://www.mdwix.org/p/author-md-kamaluddin.html"><b><i>Md Kamaluddin</i></b></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Please share your comment how you have enjoyed the story. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Submit your writings to MDWIX Digital Publication. Contact at <a href="mailto:ceo.mdwix@gmail.com">ceo.mdwix@gmail.com</a></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-15502849530062699942021-09-30T18:25:00.009-07:002023-10-15T05:25:04.431-07:00Poem or Poetry on Urge of Unity-Composed by Md Kamaluddin #MDWIX Digital Narratives.<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: red;">A Poem on Urge or Appeal to Harmonized Unity. United we stand, Divided we break-Motivational Poetry.</span></h2><div><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></div><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><i><u>Prelude of the Poem. </u></i></span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSQN_pUzSIg/YVZR-GoELTI/AAAAAAAAD3A/hbBOBTAfRSk4KkjM1FX2xEprf6HADlZNACPcBGAYYCw/s686/Urge%2Bof%2BUnity.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="686" data-original-width="658" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSQN_pUzSIg/YVZR-GoELTI/AAAAAAAAD3A/hbBOBTAfRSk4KkjM1FX2xEprf6HADlZNACPcBGAYYCw/w192-h200/Urge%2Bof%2BUnity.jpg" width="192" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mdwix</td></tr></tbody></table>The whole human world is disturbed by division with selfishness. Everyone thinks only for them. Everywhere, there is a cry of crisis. But the rest of nature is at harmonized & unified liberty. The poet appeals for a band of unity among the whole mankind as the nature. So please grasp the poem as below.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><u>"The Urge of Unity"-Md Kamaluddin.</u></i></span></h3><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The greens are starving in </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yellowstone</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The paddy fields mourns calmly alone.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The watch ticks to the soaring thunder,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seems the future now stands in blunder.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aggregates our poisoned breath</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">stands alone and place no sheath.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The way less streets are full of none</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Awakens to reveries have now gone.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">While face less strangers avoid our gaze</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And mask themselves in a different ways.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Red hates green, green hates red</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We've been taught so well it can't be end.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So we urge a path combined each other.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But we would rather cry, scream and suffer.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Will we stop before close a destiny game</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Or believe the news the other's to blame.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>The rest nature is s</span><span>yncing around.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The deep sea waves to airy sound.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: large;">The window draws rays of each light</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">As sun and moon pass by right.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Sunny colds come together in winter,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Spring sees no pause in cuckoo's ringer.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The time is now and before it's gone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Let's think come together not in alone.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSQN_pUzSIg/YVZR-GoELTI/AAAAAAAAD28/YwIHY_cXTbgMcPsv7Egufg_U9_XujUHfgCLcBGAsYHQ/s686/Urge%2Bof%2BUnity.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="686" data-original-width="658" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSQN_pUzSIg/YVZR-GoELTI/AAAAAAAAD28/YwIHY_cXTbgMcPsv7Egufg_U9_XujUHfgCLcBGAsYHQ/w614-h640/Urge%2Bof%2BUnity.jpg" width="614" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Welcome to MDWIX Digital Narratives. </b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><i>------------------------------------------------</i></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-77595846609554627232021-09-05T07:59:00.005-07:002023-10-29T03:28:15.876-07:00Honest Woodcutter and His Honesty| Honesty always rewards better- Mdwix Moral Story|<h2 style="text-align: left;">A moral story of an Honest Woodcutter| Lesson & Moral of the Story. Honesty pays reward.</h2><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Long day ago, there was a small village nearer to a forest. Most of the villager lived on wood cutting in the jungle. They sold <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfO97vr8VBc/YTSY8c7xPuI/AAAAAAAAD2U/SVisd9A_lbYjAagc9P0Tfk3OwV3G1gpdgCLcBGAsYHQ/s676/The%2BWoodcutter%2Band%2Bthe%2BAxe.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="331" data-original-width="676" height="196" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfO97vr8VBc/YTSY8c7xPuI/AAAAAAAAD2U/SVisd9A_lbYjAagc9P0Tfk3OwV3G1gpdgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h196/The%2BWoodcutter%2Band%2Bthe%2BAxe.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mdwix</td></tr></tbody></table>the bundle of wood stuff to the merchant of local market. There was also a wood cutter who was focused here for his extreme honesty and simple lifehood. He was poor but honest & greedless. He was satisfied with his tiny earnings. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Early in the morning, he used to wake up and started his day with sacred thoughts to be honest and simple. Everyday he went back from market with his daily foodstuffs. He was tired of his whole day hard working but was happy to live in simplicity.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> One fine morning, he was cutting wood sitting on the branches of a tree leaning towards the river water. Suddenly his axe slipped from his hand. It dipped into the river water. He starred to the flowing water spellboundly. He was looking completely helpless loosing his only axe on which he lived. He cried himself and sacredly prayed to goddess to return his only axe. There was a pure belief of power of divinity. The river goddess heard his melancholy sob. She was restless to his helplessness. The Goddess arose to him and asked, " Why are you weeping my son?," The poor woodcutter told his story. Goddess listened his narratives and felt his miser consequences. She then extended her hand and dipped into river water. She brought a golden axe and asked him, " Is this yours?. Woodcutter saw the glittering axe and calmy replied, "No, this is not mine. This is not for my any use." Goddess again dipped her hand and picked a silver axe and asked him, " This is your's ." The man looked again to this axe and told,"This is not my axe. Please help to return my own." Goddess further dipped her hand into water and took an iron axe. She then told him, "Look, wheather this is yours." The poor man looked hopelessly and replied gladly, " Yes, this is mine." Goddess happily told him, " You have passed your examination, you are really an honest man. I am too impressed to your belief of honesty and thoughts of hard working. I am giving you all the axes as rewarding. Gold and silver are valuable but your honesty is more precious." Goddess blessed him and dispersed in the river. The woodcutter came back home with a gratitute to divinity.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Moral of the story: Honesty brings own rewardings. Honesty is the best policy for ultimate rewards.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>---------------------------------------------------</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to MDWIX Digital Narratives.</i></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-12792098646132120972021-08-16T09:13:00.010-07:002023-10-29T03:28:28.486-07:00The Liar Shepherd And Fierce Wolf-Do not Tell Lie in Pleasure-Moral Story for Inspiration and Motivation. MDWIX Fables. <h2 style="text-align: left;">A Universal Fables-How the fierce wolf took away sheep of the liar Shepherd Boy. MDWIX Fables and Moral Stories for kids. </h2><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><u><i><br /></i></u></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><u><i>Introduction and Prelude:</i></u></span></h4><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Hope all you are well. Today we are telling a most valuable moral story. This story is about the bitter consequence of liar shepherd boy. This boy lost his sheep that were taken by a fierce wolf. This story was actually published first in Aesop's fables, "The boy who cried wolf". This is one of the most popular fable among children and storyteller. This story has been re-told & re-written in various ways, in different fashions & expression in different languages. As Mdwix Digital Narratives is an inspiration & motivational study-Centre with an approach of social enlightenment, it also urges to retell the story in it's own style & own title name, "The Liar Shepherd And Fierce Wolf". The gist of the story is told here keeping the main subject and moral message intact with the said cover title. Now let's start the story.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaKh8_ozh4Y/YRqOBFmGxxI/AAAAAAAAD1A/ekUJ_iuTnao3VwnWdhnpd01pTmbj5fj5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s654/The%2BShepherd%2BBoy%2Band%2Bthe%2BWolf.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="321" data-original-width="654" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaKh8_ozh4Y/YRqOBFmGxxI/AAAAAAAAD1A/ekUJ_iuTnao3VwnWdhnpd01pTmbj5fj5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/The%2BShepherd%2BBoy%2Band%2Bthe%2BWolf.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><b><i><u>The Liar Shepherd and The Fierce Wolf Story:</u></i></b></span></h4><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Once upon a time, there was a small village outskirt of a forest near hill area. Most of the villagers were living with cultivation and cattle farming. A shepherd boy also lived in that village. He looked after the sheep of the villagers. He used to take his herd of sheep to feed them. He drove them across the fields to the lawns of the fresh green grass. He was there from morning to evening everyday. Throughout the day, the flock of sheep grazed in the grassy field, the boy was sitting either in the lawn or on the branches of the trees. He had nothing to do the whole day. He felt boring. To overcome his boredom and monotony, one day he thought of a mischief. He would like to have a fun. He climbed up a tree and cried loudly, "wolf! , wolf! , The wolf is carrying away a lamb." The farmers working in the fields nearby came running with their sticks and asked him, "Where is the wolf ?" Th boy laughed and replied, "It was just a fun. Now all you can go away." They abused the boy and returned back.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Again after few days, he cried out, "Wolf! , Wolf!". The villagers came again running up to hill. They realized that the boy had fooled them. He laughed and laughed. However, they returned back with a high degree of angriness. They told him, " Next time they will not respond to the urge of help."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> After some days, the boy had perched up on a tree. He was singing a folk song amazingly. His flock of sheep were grazing. He suddenly noticed that a wolf was really coming towards the sheep. The boy cried loudly, "Wolf! , Wolf! , Wolf!, help me, help me." The villagers were hearing his voice clearly but none came to help him. The villagers thought that the boy was playing mischief again. The wolf chased the sheep. It had taken away a lamb and few of them fled away. The shepherd boy returned home crying only with few of his sheep. He got his lesson and promised not to tell a lie anymore.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><i><u>Moral & Lesson:</u></i></span></h4><div><span style="font-size: large;"> This story teaches a great a lesson that a liar's truth is seldom believed. Elaborately it can be explained that people refuse to believe a liar even he truly says something. Every human being will get lesson from this story. Hope all you enjoy the story. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Thanking all of You.</span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b><i><u>MDWIX Digital Narratives.</u></i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b><i><u><br /></u></i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b><i><u>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------</u></i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b><i><u><br /></u></i></b></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703815978056736486.post-47075200100897277692021-08-12T07:43:00.017-07:002023-10-29T03:28:38.923-07:00Right Judgement-A tale of Wisdom-How to Judge real convict in ambiguity-An Indian Folktale.<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;">A Story of Right Judgement by wisdom -An Indian Folktale.</span></h2><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBqCJFANSNA/YRUvu9eUcEI/AAAAAAAADzw/x3YV0vh_iZop2DPqa5km96RbSj28LP0ngCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/Right%2BJudgement%2BBy%2Bwisdom.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="600" height="185" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBqCJFANSNA/YRUvu9eUcEI/AAAAAAAADzw/x3YV0vh_iZop2DPqa5km96RbSj28LP0ngCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Right%2BJudgement%2BBy%2Bwisdom.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">MDWIX</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"> The midnight was dark enough. All the villagers of Rampur was in deep sleep. Cricketers sound around the bushes are buzzing in deep tranquilities. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> Ratana, a very simple & honest man in the Rampur village, woke up to a whispering sound besides his room. He looked out his window, noticed a phantom shadow passing throughout the yard. He moved out his room. Silently he approached to the uncanny shadow. He caught the man behind. Oh! that was a thief who was running away robbing the valuables of his neighbors. </span><span style="font-size: large;">He rigidly held the arms of the robber. The thief was trying hard to get rid of Ratana but failed to escape. Ratana started to shout, "Thief! Thief! Thief" to gather the villagers.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> The thief requested Ratana to let him escape away but Ratana did not allow him to go away. He repeatedly requested Ratana but all in vain. On the contrary, Ratana shouted loudly, "thief! thief! thief!". The robber was more clever. As he could not find any way out to escape from Ratana custody then he applied a simple trick. He threw away all the snatching things and he also started to Shout, "thief! thief! thief!". </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Hearing the sound , the villages came to them but they confused. They did not distinguish who the real thief were. They were spellbound to their argument. Finally the villagers tied them& they sent both Ratana and thief to the police station. Next day both of them were placed in King Akbar's Palace. The great king heared the whole story and felt confused. He thought, Birbal, the only wise could solve the matter and asked Birbal to take charge as Judge of the case. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Birbal asked them who was the real thief but both of them were blaming to each other. Birbal also confused about the real accused. He then had decided to justify judiciously. He told both of them, "You agree about the sin so you have to accept the punishment." </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> "You, both, go one mile away. there is a dead body lying in the road and you have to take that dead body to the court premises. that is all your punishment." As commandment, court bearer took them to that defined place to carry the dead body in their shoulder. Both of them took the dead body carriage in their shoulder and walked towards court. The day was with scorching sunlight and high humidity. Throughout their journey they became fatigue walking in hot and burning sunlight. While walking original thief told to the other, "Brother you are not taking my suggestion to leave me, so you are facing such suffering and this travel trouble if you agree with my proposal at that time then both of us would not have to suffer this hardship."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Ratana told the real thief, "I am not guilty but I believe to the judiciary system so I accept this punishment. I have no grief at all." Thus they reached to courtyard and kept the dead body on the floor. Now Birbal asked the dead body, "Madan! What is the reality." Surprisingly, the dead body came out from the carriage and told, "Sir, this is the real thief and Ratana who is an innocent and truthful person." Then Birbal sorted out the real accused and sentenced the conviction to the real thief and released Ratana free of charge. This is an Indian folktale. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><i><b>Moral of the Story: How clever anyone tries to dodge the reality, he will be defeated by wisdom. Another part is that the innocent is always saved by divine.</b></i></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: left;"> Storyteller-<a href="https://www.mdwix.org/p/author-md-kamaluddin.html"><b><i>Md Kamaluddin</i></b></a></div>Welcome everyone to my world of creativity, MDWIX Digital org.</span><div><span style="font-size: large;">======================</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0