{"id":697,"date":"2021-10-31T10:58:40","date_gmt":"2021-10-31T05:28:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/?p=697"},"modified":"2021-10-31T11:07:15","modified_gmt":"2021-10-31T05:37:15","slug":"samad-and-ali","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/2021\/10\/31\/samad-and-ali\/","title":{"rendered":"Samad And Ali"},"content":{"rendered":"

Samad and Ali, two farmers, lived in a remote village in England in 1724.<\/p>\n

They were neighbours. Their houses and fields were situated side by side. They both grew rice in their fields.<\/p>\n

Though Samad\u2019s field was half the size of Ali\u2019s, it produced enough rice every year for him to have all the benefits that Ali enjoyed.<\/p>\n

But Ali could not understand how. Things didn\u2019t add up.<\/p>\n

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Steadily, Ali grew jealous of Samad.<\/p>\n

One day, as Ali saw Samad\u2019s ripening rice field in full glory, he could not stand it anymore.<\/p>\n

He got up in the middle of the night and set Samad\u2019s field ablaze.<\/p>\n

When Samad saw his field in the morning, his heart broke. But he did not lose hope.<\/p>\n

He purchased merchandise from the town and started to sell it on a cart in his and the surrounding villages.<\/p>\n

Ali was happy to see Samad lose his crop, but his happiness was short-lived.<\/p>\n

Samad made as much profit from selling the merchandise as he would have from the rice crop. His life was unaffected.<\/p>\n

Seeing Samad prosper yet again made Ali even more upset. He felt frustrated and could not understand how Samad could stand on his feet yet again.<\/p>\n

A few days later, he was walking by Samad\u2019s field when he saw him going towards a small hut.<\/p>\n

\u2018This is where the secret of his success must lie,\u2019 Ali thought as he tiptoed behind Samad.<\/p>\n

He pressed his ear to the mud wall of the hut to listen. He heard intermittent laughter and sobs.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe definitely has people advising him,\u201d Ali said to himself.<\/p>\n

Not thinking much, Ali flung the door of the hut open and barged in.<\/p>\n

But there was no one inside except Samad. He was sitting in darkness.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is everyone?\u201d Ali asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is no one here except me,\u201d said Samad.<\/p>\n

\u201cI heard people laughing and crying.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was just me.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ali couldn\u2019t quite understand what Samad was saying. \u2018Why would he cry and laugh with himself in a lonely hut?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cI come here every evening to ponder over my good and bad deeds. I cry over my bad deeds and laugh over the good ones. This makes me a good human being as that is all that matters.<\/p>\n

“When I am a good human being, I excel in everything. If I am not a good human being, the size of my field is not going to make my life better,\u201d Samad said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou thought the reason for my prosperous life was my field, so you burnt it down. You were wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ali was ashamed. He left the hut without saying a word, crossing his vast field on the way back.<\/p>\n

For the first time, he did not look at his field and feel proud.<\/p>\n

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