How to treat people well

This incident is not mine, it was narrated

by a friend of mine and he also heard it from some one else but it is wonderful and it contains the most wonderful and most glorious lesson of life, the narrator said, after studying in London Came back from, stayed at home all day, one day my mother said to me, run and ask the neighbors for some salt, I looked at my mother in surprise and said, They have brought salt, where did he go and the other is a great favor of Allah on us, great grace, why are we asking for salt from our neighbors? "

My mother laughed and said, "Bring salt first, I'll tell you again." I made a bad face and left. Our neighbor was very poor. The house came out, I greeted her and told her, I am the son of your neighbor Khwaja Sahib, I have come from London, my mother needs some salt, if you can give it to me, the woman smiled. She went in, put a little salt in the small bowl and smiled and said, "Say hello to my son Amy and then say, if you need anything more, you can ask for it."

I also have fresh bhandis today, I thanked her and brought salt, I was very angry with my mother, I was ashamed to ask for salt, my mother saw me and laughed and put it on my head. Turning his hand, he said, "Son, these people are poor. They ask me for something to eat every day. In the beginning, when their children rang our bells, I felt embarrassed and disrespectful in their eyes. Has invented this method to get them out of embarrassment.

Every other day I would ask them for something or other, sometimes I would ask for salt, sometimes I would send someone for pepper and sometimes I would ask for a blanket, sheet or bucket, because of my request they become comfortable. And they take everything they want from us without any hesitation. "Tears came to my eyes when I heard this. I held my mother's hand and kissed her for a long time. My mother gave me the glory of life after that. Gave the latest lesson.

He said, "Son, keep asking your poor neighbors, relatives and friends for small things, it strengthens their ego and we keep in touch with them." I kissed my mother's hand again. Lia, my mother sent Salan to this neighbour's house through me in the evening, I took a boat of meat and asked for some bhandis from them, that night I had a long and restful sleep after a long time.

What a wonderful event and unparalleled lesson. When I heard this, dozens of events unfolded before me. My father also used to ask his friends for tobacco and haqqa. Haqqa was practically closed, we used to have ten or fifteen kilos of tobacco in our house all the time but they kept asking for more. One day when I asked him about this strange hobby, he laughed and replied, my Friends are getting old, they are lonely and they are left behind in the race of life, giving me tobacco is the only activity of their life.

If I call them and order them, they are happy. They come to Islamabad under this pretext. I show them to the doctors. I serve them for two or three days. On their return, I bring them shoes and clothes. I and I play a game of laughter for a day or two, I did not understand my father's logic at that time but when I heard about the salt incident I remembered my father, tobacco and all his pando friends and then I thought for a long time How glorious and generous our elder generation was, how it kept people together when we are a divided race.

We have lost touch with our own caste. A friend of mine used to live in Lahore. May Allah bless him. Whenever I used to visit him, he used to invite me to some restaurant. Ten, fifteen or twenty people. I used to invite him and in the end he would always bring the bill to one of his poor friends. I disliked his gesture very much. He came in front of us on a motorbike or rickshaw and Shah Sahib drove him to Kabul for Rs. 15,000. Allah Almighty has made him very happy.

I persisted in this act of Shah Sahib for many years but then one day Shah Sahib was caught, I was in the washroom, Shah Sahib also grabbed his poor friend and took him to the washroom, they both did not know I was inside them Listening to the conversation of Shah Sahib, he touched the chin of his poor friend and said to him, Paying taxes by force, if my friends are stubborn, I will tell them that this invitation was from Hammad, so this is what Bill will pay, please keep my veil. "

Hammad whispered softly, "Shah ji, you leave the money, I will pay the bill," Shah Sahib touched his chin again and said in a pleading tone, Pay him and at the same time put the money in his pocket. "They both left the washroom and I came out wiping my eyes. When the bill came at the end of the feast, everyone started