Wednesday, 8 April 2015

The ideal recipe from grief

The ideal recipe from grief

 

In China, a woman somewhere in the world, lost his only son was leading a happy life, and suddenly his son's death came one day and he was reunited with his creator. It was unbearable to her horror that her son was the universe. His mind was not ready to arm the system. They will sing thrash? Prevalent kernel Hakeem Hakeem went and looked down "Hakeem Tell a prescription which returned my son in exchange for tyarhun to spend your entire life savings". Few are grieving woman throws her a look and think of it seriously enough after watching said, "Yes, if a recipe does" need for treatment of a mustard seed, which is taken from a home in the house I would not be a shadow of sorrow ". He said it is not a problem, I go and get a mustard seed'm seeking.

Woman I sing it? The place which was so prevalent in the homes of grief did not pass. Just put it into the heart sing? Prevalent knocked at the door of the first house, a young woman from the inside out. She asked him, "What sorrow ever seen before in your home?" The young woman's face filled with a bitter little smile appeared, and he stared "My house is so over time Firefighters have put stuff ", she said:" A year ago my husband has died, my four sons and four daughters, her husband died and is living very difficult problems aurajkl furniture sold If there are living paycheck to sell but also save us some more stuff. Promise to meet each other again and keep up the woman's condition came out of his house. The first woman to another woman entered the house where another shock was waiting for him here. The woman's husband was a dangerous disease was bedridden at home.

Not only food for children in the house that did not exist at that time, but the children were hungry. The woman ran to the market and had all the money in the pocket some money pulses, flour and ghee bought. Housewife quickly prepared a meal together and compassionate children fed them with your hands.lest it find a home which is on the shadow of sorrow and he was not able to get a mustard seed failure was awaiting him everywhere. With the passage of time it becomes a part of every home and went to town.

She had lost not only her grief, but they had also forgotten that he went out in search of a home which would not be a shadow of sorrow. He consciously brought by participation in the sorrow was going to heal their pains.They entered the town in the first place. Yes, this story is not a recipe for social reform, but rather it is an open invitation to everyone in the shells off his ego, sorrow and happiness of others without concern to the world? Prevalent in the lost and wants to keep busy although mixing with others and participate in their sorrows and joys are increasing the happiness does not come down. It tells the story of the social behavior of man would make me happier than before.

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