The story is all about the conflicts of life. I saw lots of oppositions in the words.

And a lot more…
The world he talks about is the world of good and bad! It is balk & white. Thought, I believe in sentences above; my world is gray. There is no completely bad or good person. Human kind( common ones not ma'soomin)make mistakes, go wrong way as well as doing good jobs and going in Serat_al_mostaghim.

Molavi mentioned a stereotype and gave us, the readers; some moral advices.

The stereotype is "khajevash". The portrait he painted is that a merchant is at ease so in this story the master sat as a merchant dose…comfortable and when his bird went speechless he wouldn't have sit this way. A merchant is not always at ease; he shows us this idea in the rest of the story in order not to be wrapped by stereotypes.

Smile and the world smiles with you; This is our world. Make people happy then the consequence is happiness for you too.

We've talked about it…Remember! Words…
Words are molds that we put our thoughts in as Molavi puts "the letters are the vessel"
It's the meaning that counts.

Do not measure…
Is it possible? All around us is measurement: "How old are you?" "How much is this or that?" "What are your grades?" "What was your average grade last semester?"…and a lot lot more!
As the little prince said grow-ups are stocked in measurements they keep measuring and never stopping. I try not to be a grow-up. I keep telling myself from time to time "Hey! Stop it!" and I was somehow successful! Though it's very difficult…the stone which stays in the river bed; tries to stop in front of water is shaped beautifully rather than the one on the bank!
Shir and Shir are written the same but a vast difference between them in meaning. What holy man and I do might be probably the same in appearance but he becomes holy and I don't!
We are not thoroughly aware of it. The meaning counts! If all of the people were aware of such facts they all would have know about Abdal or they, all might be one of them But Abdal are special ones so they are rare!

It reminds me of Quran (soorehaaye Foselat; aayeye 6_Ebrahim;10_Anbiyaa;3_Forghaan;7). The most interesting part is that though we're in bondage to sleep and food, one of us becomes the prophet and the other one not!

The story of the greengrocer and the parrot is a sort of "is"y story…It give us facts though in those facts there is a sense of "becoming". Molavi says this is good and that is bad. This is white and that one is black. You can be a good one or a bad one. White one or the black one! So goods and bads are the "is"y parts and 'you can be…' is the "becoming" parts.

If I get rid of bads I'll be at ease. Ejecting the rubbish is for the sake of my ease and God doesn't need my struggle upon it. Clean your soul from all dirt and …

"Where am I in this story?" I asked.
Huh! Here I am…I am a living man (girl :D ) with a rubbish in mouth! I'm trying to cough it out but it is still there. I'm sure I'll be successful in ejecting it! Otherwise I'll have a soar throat.

Golha javabe zaminand be salame aftab
na zemestani bash ke belarzani,
na tabestani ke besuzani,
bahari bash ta beroyani

The Wooden Bowl

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and a four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together nightly at the dinner table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating rather difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass often milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about grandfather," said the son. I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor. So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner at the dinner table. Since grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. Sometimes when the family glanced in grandfather's direction, he had a tear in his eye as he ate alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and mama to eat your food from when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.

؟?

What's "living"?
Through last year I was wondering what life is!—still wondering!
What does it mean when it is said "live a life"?
I found life in RESPECT
In HELPING whomever in need -- even myself
In LOVING
Now I can see these are parts of it not its whole! (Very complicated! I doubt about the previous sentence! I can not see it. I feel it somehow!)
Sometimes I feel down & out.
I think; in those times, I'm not living. This is a sort of dieing!
Still confused…
Living or dieing... That's NOT the question!
The question is ...Why to live? ... Why to die?

Happiness / Sadness ?

LIFE is like the PIANO

Where white keys represent Happiness and black keys represent Sadness

but

You must know that black keys also make Music !

Posted by: Sepideh

The pencil story

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box. "There are 5 things you need to know," he told the pencil, "Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.""One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone's hand.""Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you'll need it to become a better pencil.""Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.""Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside.""And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write."The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.Now replacing the place of the pencil with you. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be. One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God's hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems in life, but you'll need it to become a stronger person. Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make. Four: The most important part of you will always be what's on the inside.And Five: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties.Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that you are a special person and only you can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot make a change.

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صبحدم و شامگاهان،به صداقت کم وقوع آدمی که جز وهله ای به موقع از گذر کرخت این معما زاده از این شاهراه نیست! و جزئیات این واقعه را کدام مورخ به رقت پاک محلول در کاغذ به سلول در می کشد!هرگزم توان هضم این ساده مسئله نیست که گویا چگونگی اش به سودا نشسته است!بشارت یک تلفیق رنگ کوچک در ذهن- که گویا همان تصویر خطور شده در خواب است -همچنان ناکامت می گذارد از یادآوری چشمه شکلگیریش!ومن به سرفرازی انسان که این تصاویر را باور دارم،و در رکود تجدیدشان در این تشکل گوشت و پوست فرودین به نظاره شان ایستاده ام! تا کماکان وقوع فی الواقع واقعه را به حساب معجزه بگذارم!