Once upon a
time in an unknown village, lived a poor boy that has nothing to do. He just
sat and ate his only bread on the roadside. He saw a dog in the opposite
roadside while eating his bread and had some naughty plan to trick the dog.
The boy came
closer to the dog and started to offer the dog with bread on his hand. He came
closer and closer. Step by step, until the dog interested on it. The dog looked at the boy who was coming
closer, then focused on the bread on the boy’s hand. The dog got its muzzle closer to the bread.
Then, while it was going to eat the bread, the boy pulled his hand back then
hit the dog’s forehead with his another hand.
The dog was
angry and afraid of him, then walked back to its place while the boy was
laughing at the dog and seems like he was very satisfied. Not too far from
there, a man was looking from the little window on his house what the boy had
done to the dog. When the boy decided to get back to his place and continued
eating his bread, the man came out from his house and called the boy loudly.
“Hey, you a
boy over there!” shouted the man. The boy just glanced at the man without any
interest at all. “Come here, boy!”
The boy got up from his place and walked to
the man’s place lazily. The man who was bringing a stick and hiding it on his
back started to offer the boy with some money.
“Do you want
this money, boy?” asked the man. Just a second later, the boy was so enthusiast.
But then he had a doubt on it and asked, “How much?”
“50 dollar, isn’t
it much enough?” answered the man.
“Yes, of
course!” The boy shouted happily and his hand was going to take the money on
the man’s hand. But a moment before he was successfully took the money, the man
pulled back his hand and hit the boy’s hand with a stick on his back.
“Ouch, what
have you done, Sir?” sighed the boy. “Why did you hit me whereas I haven’t got
anything yet from you?”
“Then, why
did you hit the dog whereas it hasn’t got anything yet from you?” The man asked
a similar question to the boy and the boy just bowed shamefully. “Remember,
boy! Jazza-u sayyitin sayyiatun mitsluha.
The penalty for a bad did is a bad thing the same with what he did.”
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