Everybody has an Apple Tree in His Life. And it’s Your Parents!!!

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The Boy and the Apple Tree.

A long time ago, there was a huge tree. It loved the little boy very much, and the boy loved to come around it and play every day! He used to climb the treetop each time he was playing with the tree. He was eating apples and taking nap under its shadow with all peace in mind!

He loved the tree, and the tree was so happy. But the time went by.

One day, the boy came back to the tree. The tree said, come on play with me! “I am no longer, a kid, i do not play around a tree anymore. I want toys. I need money to buy them.”

Time went by. Sorry, i do not have enough money…but pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will make enough money…The boy was so excited! He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily… The tree was happy! Time went by…!

The boy never came back after he picked the apples…The tree was sad…!

One day the boy, now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited!! “Come on play with me,” the tree said.

I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. “We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” “Sorry, but i do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house,” the tree said.

So, the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily! The tree was glad to see him happy. But the man never came back since then. The tree was a gain lonely and sad again!

One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted! “Come on play with me!” the tree said. I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” said the man. “I do not have a boat, but you can use my trunks to make your boat,” replied the tree. So, the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the man returned after many years. “Sorry my boy. But i do not have anything for you more. No more apples for you…” the tree said. “No problem, i do not have any teeth anymore to bite,” the man replied.

“No more trunk for you to climb on” “i am too old for that now,” the man said. “I really cannot give you anything…the only thing left is my dying roots” the tree said with tears. “I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired” the man replied.

“Good! Old trees roots are best place to lean on and rest…comes on sit down with me, and rest.”

The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears…!

No matter how busy you are.. Share some time with your parents. The time never returns and we shall regret for it.

About samad1986

Abdul Samad Haidari is a poet, writer, teacher and a former freelance journalist, currently residing in Indonesia as a stateless refugee. He is the author of The Red Ribbon He fled his home country at the age of seven and grew up wandering in Pakistan and Iran as a child refugee, and was separated from his family for the majority of his childhood. For two years, at the age of eight and nine, he was forced into child labour in the construction industry in Iran. In contrast, Pakistan offered refugees like him the opportunity to study and work. This education and work experience culminated in Abdul teaching computer studies and English language courses at the Intel Computer Center and Pak Oxford Professionals. After the collapse of the Taliban government, Abdul returned to Afghanistan thinking that the security situation had improved, and that he could take part in the reconstruction of his war-torn country. With this in mind, Abdul served as a freelance journalist and humanitarian aid-worker in areas of the country that remained dangerous to civilians because of the influence of terrorist groups. Abdul served with the Norwegian refugee council (NRC), ActionAid Afghanistan, Daily Outlook Afghanistan group of newspapers, and The Daily Afghanistan Express. As a freelance journalist, Abdul wrote articles and editorials about on-the-ground realities, which were then circulated widely. These had a particular focus on women and children’s rights, corruption, transparency and accountability in government, warlords and terrorist groups’ actions and the systematic persecution of minority groups in both Afghanistan and Pakistan.
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