Short Stories

[sepid12ir]

well, dear Brain, I'm not sure; but ya, that is for sur useful; anyhow, keep asking questions in case there was any;
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here's another story which I adore


One At A Time

A friend of ours was walking down a deserted Mexican beach at sunset. As he walked along, he began to see another man in the distance. As he grew nearer, he noticed that the local native kept leaning down, picking something up and throwing it out into the water. Time and again he kept hurling things out into the ocean.

As our friend approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach and, one at time, he was throwing them back into the water.

Our friend was puzzled. He approached the man and said, "Good evening, friend. I was wondering what you are doing."

"I'm throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see, it's low tide right now and all of these starfish have been washed up onto the shore. If I don't throw them back into the sea, they'll die up here from lack of oxygen."

"I understand," my friend replied, "but there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can't possibly get to all of them. There are simply too many. And don't you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast. Can't you see that you can't possibly make a difference?"

The local native smiled, bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and as he threw it back into the sea, he replied, "made a difference to that one!"

By Jack Canfield and Mark V. Hansen
from Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1993 by Jack Canfield
and Mark Victor Hansen

[afsane b]

One At A Time

This story was somehow bewildering, the man was rescuing starfishes and didn’t care that how many of them he could save,

Am I right?

[sepid12ir]

This story was somehow bewildering, the man was rescuing starfishes and didn’t care that how many of them he could save,

Am I right?

ya, exactly! it is sorta saying that we should go thru good things, the moral things . how small they are, does't matter, what matters is the action we take to live beautifuly...
in farsi we say: ghatre ghatre jam gardad vangahi darya shavadl

[FARA360]

Hey, here is my fav topic.. stories....we can learn alot from stories
Jack Canfield is my fav author. his stories are meaningful and thought- provoking

This story was somehow bewildering, the man was rescuing starfishes and didn’t care that how many of them he could save,

Am I right?

bewildering????... somehow
but i think it s so clear...the rescuer is a symbol which could be a reality in our life. he s trying to say that human can make a difference in his life even if it s worthless doing.

[afsane b]

Why God Made Mothers


By the time the Lord made mothers, he was into his sixth day of working overtime.

An Angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one"?
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have 200 movable parts, all replaceable, run on black coffee and leftovers, have a lap that can hold three children at one time , have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart, and do these things only with two hands."
the angel was impressed" just two hands. Impossible" "
"And that's just on the standard model?" the Angel asked.
"This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she's sick AND she can work 18 hours a day The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?", asked the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate."

The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak." The Lord objected. "That's a tear!
"What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."
The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything; for mothers are truly amazing!"

but there is only one thing wrong with her
she forgets what she is worth...

[afsane b]

وقتي خدا مادران را مي آفريد در روز ششم تا ديروقت كار مي كرد.
فرشتهاي اومد و پرسيد: چرا اينقدر روي اين يكي وقت مي گذاري؟
و خدا پاسخداد :
مي دوني چه خصوصياتي در نظر گرفتم تا درستش كنم ؟
بايد قابل شستشو باشه وليپلاستيكي نباشه. بيش از 200 قسمت قابل حركت داشته باشه كه قابل تعويض باشند. و بايدبتونه از همه جور غذا استفاده كنه. .بايد بتونه هم زمان سه تا بچه رو در آغوش بگيره . با يه بوسه كه از زانوي زخمي تا قلب شكسته رو شفا بده. و همه اينها رو بايد فقطبا دو تا دست انجام بده.
فرشته تحت تأثير قرار گرفته بود .
فقط دو تا دست غير ممكنه . مطمئني اين يكمدل درست و استاندارده ؟
اين همه كار براي امروز زياده بقيهاش رو بگذار برايفردا و تكميلش كن
نمي تونم ديگه آخرايكارمه. چيزي نمونده كه موجودي را كه محبوب قلبم هست رو كامل كنم.
وقتي بيمار ميشه خودش، خودش رو معالجه مي كنه و مي تونه 18 ساعت در روز كاركنه .
فرشته نزديكتر اومد و زن رولمس كرد:
اين كه خيلي لطيفه!!
بله لطيفه. ولي خيلي قوي درستش كردم . نميتوني تصور كني چه چيزهايي رو مي تونه تحمل كنه و بر چه مشكلاتي پيروزبشه.
فرشته پرسيد : مي تونهفكر كنه ؟
خدا پاسخ داد : نه تنها فكر مي كنه مي تونه استدلال و بحث و گفتگوكنه .
فرشته گونه زن رو لمس كرد: ”خدا فكر كنم بار مسئوليت زيادي بهش دادي ! سوراخ شده و داره چكه مي كنه !”
خدا اشتباه فرشته رو تصحيح كرد : چكه نمي كنه - اين اشكه .
فرشتهپرسيد :به چه دردي مي خوره ؟
اشكها روش او هستند تا غمهاش، ترديدهاش، عشقش ،تنهائيش، رنجش و غرورش را بيان كنه .
فرشته هيجان زده گفت :خداوندا تو نابغه ايفکر تمام چيز هاي خارق العاده رو براي ساختن مادرها کرده اي ..
فقط يك چيزشخوب نيست.
خودش فراموش مي كنه كه چقدر با ارزشه .

[afsane b]

A Poor Man at the Palace

Once a poor, unkempt man appeared at the gate of a king's palace. He was in rags and not at all suitably attired to be admitted into the presence of a monarch. So the guards stopped him. "You cannot enter the palace in rags," they said. The man insisted. He began to quarrel with the guards, raising his voice so loud that the king heard it." He sent for the man. When he appeared before the king, the noblemen around raised their eyebrows. What was this pauper doing here? "What is your problem?", the king inquired. "Oh, I have many problems. But the immediate one is that your guards refused me entry into the palace. Am I not your subject?" "Yes, you are.....indeed, you are. But you must dress properly and suitably," the king said. The poor man looked up and said, "O king, it is not wrong to enter a palace in rags and empty-handed. But to come out from a palace empty-handed and in rags is indeed a disgrace."

[afsane b]

Junaid and Behlool

Behlool simulated madness, though he was not mad. Junaid a scholar and Sufi of repute knew him very well. One day as they met, Junaid requested him to give him some counsel and admonition. "You do not need any advice. You are a well known scholar," Behlool said. But Junaid insisted. Behlool gave in and said: "Well, I shall ask you three questions. If you answer them correctly, you will be advised." And then he proceeded to ask: "Do you know how to talk?" "Do you know how to eat?" "Do you know how to sleep?" Junaid found these simple. He said: "I know how to talk. I talk with a low voice, politely and to the point, so that the listeners are not at all offended. I eat after having washed my hands, say Bismillah before I commence, and chew the food properly. When I finish, I thank Allah. Before I go to sleep, I do my wudhu and retire to a clean bed. Then I bear witness to my faith and sleep." Behlool stood up and started walking away. He said: "I thought you were quite learned. You do not know the most elementary things of Islam." But Junaid would not let him go. "Please guide me," he said. "Well," Behlool said, "It is no use talking softly if it is a lie, remembering Allah before eating has no meaning if the food you eat is forbidden or usurped or that the food has been bought from the money of an orphan, a widow or a fellowman. And what is the use of sleeping with wudhu and all the recitations if your heart is full of malice, jealousy and enmity towards your brother in faith."

[محمد88]

oh...dear afsane b I love the stories that you put them here
they are full of philosofical messages

[sepid12ir]

I found this one very impressive:
I'm going to help you by Mark V.Hanesn

In 1989 an 8.2 earthquake almost flattened Armenia, killing over 30,000 people in less than four minutes.
In the midst of utter devastation and chaos, a father left his wife securely at home and rushed to the school where his son was supposed to be, only to discover that the building was as flat as a pancake.
After the traumatic initial shock, he remembered the promise he had made to his son: "No matter what, I'll always be there for you!" And tears began to fill his eyes. As he looked at the pile of debris that once was the school, it looked hopeless, but he kept remembering his commitment to his son.
He began to concentrate on where he walked his son to class at school each morning. Remembering his son's classroom would be in the back right corner of the building, he rushed there and started digging through the rubble.
As he was digging, other forlorn parents arrived, clutching their hearts, saying: "My son!" "My daughter!" Other well meaning parents tried to pull him off of what was left of the school saying:
"It's too late!"
"They're dead!"
"You can help!"
"Go home!"
"Come on, face reality, there's nothing you can do!"
"You're just going to make things worse!"
To each parent he responded with one line: "Are you going to help me now?" And then he proceeded to dig for his son, stone by stone.
The fire chief showed up and tried to pull him off of the school's debris saying "Fires are breaking out, explosions are happening everywhere. You're in danger. We'll take care of it. Go home." To which this loving, caring Armenian father asked, "Are you going to help me now?"
The police came and said, "You're angry, distraught and it's over. You're endangering others. Go home. We'll handle it!" To which he replied, "Are you going to help me now?" No one helped.
Courageously he proceeded alone because he needed to know for himself: "Is my boy alive or is he dead?"
He dug for eight hours...12hours...24hours...36 hours...then, in the 38th hour, he pulled back a boulder and heard his son's voice. He screamed his son's name, 'ARMAND!" He heard back, "Dad!?! It's me, Dad! I told the other kids not to worry. I told 'em that if you were alive, you'd save me and when you saved me, they'd be saved. You promised, 'No matter what, I'll always be there for you!' You did it, Dad!"
"What's going on in there? How is it?" the father asked.
"There are 14 of us left out of 33, Dad. We're scared, hungry, thirsty and thankful you're here. When the building collapsed, it made a wedge, like a triangle, and it saved us."
"Come on out, boy!"
"No, Dad! Let the other kids out first, 'cause I know you'll get me! No matter what, I know you'll be there for me!"