Islamic Exemplary Stories

Learn from a pencil & the Story of a Tree and a child.

Learning From A Pencil

A child asked his grandmother who was writing a letter. “Grandmother again wrote about our experience huh? or about me?”

Hearing the grandchild's question, the grandmother stopped writing and said to her grandson, “Actually the grandmother is writing about you, but there is something more important than the content of this writing that is the pencil that grandma uses. Grandma hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up later”, said the grandmother again.Hearing this answer, this answer, he said, the granddaughter then looked at her pencil and asked her back when she saw nothing special about the pencil she was wearing.

“But grandma, it looks like the pencil is the same as the other pencil”, said the grandson.

The grandmother then replied,

“It all depends on how you look at this pencil. This pencil has 5 qualities that can make you always calm in living life, if you always hold those principles in this life”,

The grandmother then explained the 5 qualities of a pencil.

firstly:

pencils remind you that you can do great things in life. Like a pencil when writing, you should never forget that there is a hand that always guides your steps in life. We call it God, He will always guide us according to His will”.

Pencil guided by hand, Make our guide is God Swt

second:

in the process of writing, grandma sometimes several times have to stop and use a sharpener to sharpen the pencil back grandma. This sharpener will definitely make the pencil suffer. But after the process of seeding is complete, the pencil will get the sharpness back. Likewise with you, in this life you must dare to accept suffering and distress, because they are the ones who will make you a better person”.

third:

Pencils always give us the opportunity to use erasers, to correct wrong words. Therefore, correcting our mistakes in this life is not a bad thing. It can help us to stay on the right path”. Erasers always justify our words by removing the wrong writing. We must also listen to the advice of others when we are wrong and immediately introspect ourselves.

fourth:

the most important part of a pencil is not the outside, but the charcoal inside a pencil. Therefore, always be careful and realize the things in you”. In this we are heart and lust, reason and mind and all that comes from within us. We must always control.

fifthly:

a pencil always leaves a mark/scratches. Like you, you must realize that whatever you do in life will leave an impression. Therefore always be careful and aware of all actions”

we also do, what we do will leave a good or bad scratch that will later be in the hishab, so be careful of every scratch we make.

Trees and Children

The boy imagined he heard the tree say kindly to him, “Let's climb me. Build a little playhouse up here. You can use my little branches if you want, also my abundant leaves.” So the boy climbed up the tree, broke some branches, took leaves, and made a secret house high up in the tree. Although it hurt the tree, the tree happily sacrificed a little to see the boy get so much fun. During the long days, the boy would play inside the tree house. The tree was satisfied.

As the boy grew older, he stopped playing in the tree. The tree became sad, its branches dropped down and its dead lost its luster.

After a few years, the boy who is now a teenager returned. The tree was glad to see him again. The young man felt he heard the tree say, “Let's climb me again. Your old tree house is still here. I missed you.”

“Now I'm too old to play tree house,’ thought the teenager. “I want to go to college but I'm too poor.”

“No problem,’ the tree seems to say, “Come back in a week. I'll bring out the fruit. I'll make extra. Please harvest all my fruit and sell it to pay your tuition fee.”

The boy returned seven days later. The tree was full of ranum fruit. The boy took it all up to the last fruit, sold it, and enough for a year's tuition. The tree was very happy.

The boy returned for the next three years, taking each of his fruits and selling them to meet his expenses. The tree was happy. The tree seems to be trying harder every year to produce more fruit for its companions, although this makes the tree tired and sicker.

When the boy graduated, he stopped coming. The tree was sad again. A few years later, the boy, now a young man, returns. He had a very clear impression that the old tree was crying with joy at seeing him again. “Wait a few more days. Although I am now a bit weak, I can still produce a lot of fruit so you sell for your tuition.”

“I'm not in college anymore,” said the young man, “I already have a job. I've fallen in love and want to get married, but we need a house to live in.”

“No masalsah,” the tree presumably said, “come back tomorrow with a saw. Take my thick branches. It can be to make strong floor boards and poles. There was even enough wood to make the walls. Use small branches and large leaves for the roof. There are many.”

Thus, the next day, the young man took all the branches and leaves to make his house, leaving only his trunk. Although it severely injured the tree, the tree happily made a great sacrifice for someone she loved.

For years, the boy never came back. The tree relies on her happy memories to sustain her life.

When the boy came again, now a middle-aged man, the tree almost jumped out of the ground with joy. “Welcome! It's so good to see you again!” Even this time the birds could hear the tree. “What can I do for you? Please allow me to help.”

“I now have children,” replied the man, “and I want to start my own furniture business to earn enough money to give them a good life.”

“Good,” said the old tree, “although you might think I'm just an old stump, there's a lot of beautiful wood in my bars to make a lot of expensive furniture. Takeit. I'll be happy if you take all.”

So the man came the next day, cut down the tree trunk and got enough first-class wood to start his furniture business.

Shortly after, the tree died.

Years later, the boy, now a parent, visited the place where the healthy tree once stood, where he built the treehouse when he was little, which was always so generous to him. All that remains is a root. The old man laid his head on those roots for a moment. The root was much more comfortable than a feather pillow. He remembered with tears how the tree had helped him, without asking, whenever he needed help. How the tree sacrificed everything for him, and was happy to do it every time. He pu fell asleep.

When he woke up from the dream, he realized that the tree was his parents.