One day a hare met a tortoise. She laughed at the tortoise and said, “You have as many legs as I have. But I am sure; you cannot run as fast as I can. Perhaps, you can’t run at all.”
Long ago, there was a king in Bengal. His name was Ghiasuddin Azam Shah. His capital was at Sonargaon near Dhaka. He was very just and kind.
The king was fond of hunting. One day he was practicing archery beside a forest. By chance, an arrow pierced a boy. The boy instantly died. He was the only son of a widow. The widow was very much shocked. She went to the Quazi, told him everything and prayed for justice.
Hazrat Khawja Moinuddin Chisti was a great Muslim Saint. We know very little about his early life. He came to Delhi during the Hindu rule in India.
He did not remain in Delhi for long. He went to Ajmeer. Prithiraj, a famous Hindu king, then ruled in Ajmeer. Hazrat Khawja Moinuddin Chisti had forty followers with him.
Babu lived in a village of Bangladesh. He was a school-boy. There was a canal on his way to school. An old bridge was over that canal. It was useful to one and all of villagers. Yet none cared for its repair. So one day it broke down and caused a good deal of hardship to the villagers.
Awais Karni was a well-known saint of Yemen. He had none in the world except his blind and lame mother. So, much of his time was spent in helping her. For their livelihood he used to work as a cowherd at day time. The greater part of the night was spent in prayer and meditation. They were very poor. So he had to fast very often in order to help his poor neighbours.