A fire between an orphaned child and a new husband.
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It is said that a woman married after the death of her husband, and she had a child from her previous husband who was three years old. The woman moved to her husband's house with her son after marrying the second man, who was very rich. The husband did not object to the child staying in his house with his mother. After a year, the woman gave birth to a child, and the husband felt happy, but the husband's feelings began to change towards her orphaned son. He stopped playing with him and no longer cared for him as before, and he could no longer stand his presence in his spacious house. One time, the man came back from work with a bicycle for his son. The mother was in great pain as she watched her orphaned son watching his brother sadly as he played and roamed the house on his new bicycle. The mother spoke to her husband and asked him to bring another bicycle for her orphaned son like his brother, but he refused and told her that he was not responsible for him, and if she did not stop talking about her son, he would kick him out of the house. She felt afraid for her son and accepted the matter for fear of losing him. The mother accepted seeing her son living a bitter life of injustice, sadness, oppression, and pain, better than not seeing him at all. Days passed and the boys grew up, and the husband enrolled his son in the most modern private schools, and refused to enroll his wife's son, saying: I am not his father to waste my money on his education. In the end, he will not benefit me and will not bear my name? The mother replied angrily, saying: Yes, maybe he is not of your flesh and blood and is not your son and will not bear your name. But that does not mean that you deprive him of education and leave him to live in the darkness of ignorance. Is there not a ذره of mercy and compassion in your heart? He said to her: I have had enough, I can no longer tolerate his presence here, and I do not want to see him in my house. The boy approached his mother and wiped away her tears, so she looked at him. He said to her while crying: "Do not be sad, my mother, there is nothing worth shedding a tear for. I am tired of seeing that old man insulting you every day for my sake. And in order for you to be happy, I will leave and leave the house." The boy said goodbye to his mother, carried his clothes and left, and her heart became a burning fire and there were many questions she did not know the answers to: Where will he go, where will he live, where will he eat, and what if he gets sick, who will treat him and take care of him? All these questions are knocking on her head. Then she raised her hand to the sky and said, "O God, I entrust my orphaned son to you, so take care of him, protect him, and return him to me safe and sound." The husband returned from work, looked at his wife and found her happy and reassured. He was surprised by her matter, how she seemed happy and only a few hours had passed since her son's departure. He asked her, "Why are you happy and not sad about your son's departure?" She smiled and then said, "I have left the matter of his sponsorship to the one who can take care of him and protect him, and he is the only one who can do all that without boredom and without asking for anything in return." He said in surprise: Who is he? She said: God Almighty. He laughed mockingly and said, "The world outside does not have mercy on a poor man or pity a hungry man. It seems that you have lost your mind." After a few years, her son returned to visit her, carrying a child in his hand and a woman with him. He greeted his mother. She said, "Who is this woman and whose son is this child?" He replied: This is my wife and this is my son. She said, "How were you able to make your life when you had no money and no shelter?" He said to her, "In truth, I do not know how life swept me away. I was lost and alone, not knowing where to go. Then I went to a mosque in a small village and slept. I was looking for work during the day and at night I would return to the mosque. I told the mosque's imam my story and then asked him to allow me to spend the night in the mosque until I found a place. He agreed and fed me every day, and I was cleaning the mosque. One day the imam fell ill, so I led the people and since that night I have been praying with the people. People began to get closer to me and everyone loved and respected me. Then they offered me to marry an orphaned girl who only had her grandmother. I agreed and they all took care of everything. I got married, and after a short time the old lady died. My wife got a piece of land from her grandmother's inheritance. I cultivated it and our situation improved, thank God. I have a lot of agricultural land." The mother cried with joy and knew that God had answered her prayer. But the husband did not believe that he would one day return as a rich person.
