Short story... Big lesson

Short story... Big lesson

An elderly man entered the Faculty of Literature for the first day of class. The students stood respectfully, considering him a teacher, but he sat quietly among them.

After class, the students gathered around him and asked who he was.

He said:

"I am a cobbler, I repair shoes. I have seven sons, all of whom are doctors, engineers, and an officer, and I have a daughter who is a pharmacist."

One day we were all sitting with the family, and my children were discussing some academic topic. I also gave my opinion, so one of my sons said:

'Father, excuse me, we are discussing an academic topic and you do not know about it.'

 My son's answer hurt me a lot, but I kept quiet.

The next day I went and bought the ninth grade textbooks and started studying them in my shop, without telling anyone. I took the exam and passed, and I didn't tell anyone.

Then I bought college books and studied them for three years, until I was allowed to take the exam. I took the exam and passed, and my family still doesn't know anything.

Today I have started my university education, and God willing, when I graduate, I will call my children and say:

'This degree belongs to the cobbler who raised you all, educated you, and married you off, so that you can join me in conversation today.'

 May Allah grant us the ability to respect and honor our parents. Amen.

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