I do not waste my life
There was one, there was no one, except for the merciful God, there was no one in a green forest, how many deer lived with their children. Her children called the brown tail: "I want more." Ms. Ahoo said: "Finally, my dear, you should eat as much as you can, and if you take more, it will be half-eaten and wasted."
But the little deer did not owe his ear. One day, as he was walking with his brother De Nabal to find and catch the head of the rainbow, he saw a basket of fruit that humans may have left lying on the ground.
As usual, he stepped forward from his brother and said: The most ripe fruit is mine and he pulled a big pear towards him with his snout (mouth) and bit it and he was full and threw it to the other side. The rest of the fruits were taken to the deer.
Now hear from the deer lady who was cleaning her nest and saw that the turtles were taking a sick swallow. She said: Wait, this swallow is my children's friend. What happened? Eating a pear will cure it.
Ms. Ahoo said, "Anyway, can we find a pear for her? Please bring her to our nest."
The deer's children came. It was getting dark. When the deer saw the fruit basket, she said: There are pears in the fruits. They said: No, the deer said: If the swallow eats a pear, it will be cured.
He fell asleep sadly with a brown tail and dreamed that he had eaten a half-eaten pear
When he cried, he said to him, "Why are you crying?" Pear replied: You threw me away while I could be useful and then taught this poem with a brown tail:
I always have clean pears on the table
If you eat, do not cut me in half, baby
God has said in the Qur'an that God is Merciful
Do not waste in Jana, stay in the way of religion
The little deer woke up early in the morning and went to the forest with his brothers to look for pears. They found a half-eaten pear, washed it in spring water, and brought it to the swallow. When the swallow ate a pear, he was saved and opened his eyes and thanked the little deer that he had saved his life. He knows that extravagance and wasting everything is bad and God does not like extravagant people.
Our story is over. The extravagance of work did not reach heaven.
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