write such an emotional story that would extract the last drop of tears from the eyes of the readers , but saying is easier than doing. complete the story in about 150- 200 words.
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A story that touches the heart.This story aims to learn not to judge people different from you, that these people are judged by their physical aspect, and not so we humans were born to be brothers, not to create war, violence, murders, NO !! I am very ashamed that people discriminate or judge the people I love and love. We must be united, we must join but any consequences we all have rights and we must respect them as we respect your own, I made this post to honor those people who suffer every day for their obesity or something similar, so they understand that being different in appearance Physical does not influence aspect of reasoning, Thank you very much and enjoy this beautiful message.
Here's the story!
My mother had only one eye ... I hated her ... because I was very ashamed.
She worked as a cook at the school where she studied, to support the family.
One day I was in high school, she came to see how my studies were going.
I felt so ashamed. How could she do this to me?
I ignored her and looked at her with much hatred.
The next day, my classmates made fun of me:"Your mother has only one eye hua,
hua, hua."
Then I wanted to die and my mother would disappear from my life FOREVER!
When I returned home, I confronted her and said,"You have made me the
laughingstock of the whole class." Why do not you die?
But he did not answer me!
I felt no remorse, because I was very angry. I did not care about his feelings. I wanted to leave that place.
I studied well, they gave me the scholarship and I went to Singapore.
That's how it went. I left, I studied, I got married, I bought a house.
I had children and I lived very happy with my family!In one day, my mother came to visit me. Since many years went by without our seeing each other and had never seen their grandchildren before!
She stood in front of the door, and my children began to laugh at it.
I yelled:"How dare you come here to scare my children?" Get out and go now!
She said calmly, "I'm sorry, I think I made a mistake." And it vanished ...
Time passed, and I received a letter from the school, it was an invitation for a family reunion.
I lied to my wife informing her that she was traveling because of work.
At the end of the meeting, I went to the house we used to live in before. (Only for curiosity).
I was informed by the neighbors that my mother ... died !!
I did not shed a single tear!
They handed me a letter, it was like my mother's.
He would say: "Dear son, I thought a lot about you." I'm sorry to come to Singapore and scare your children ... that was not my intention. I was very happy to hear you were going to that meeting. But I could not get out of bed to come and see you. I'm sorry to embarrass you in your life on several occasions. You know ... when you were little you had an accident and you lost an eye! And like every mother, I could not let you grow with one eye. And that's why ... I gave you my eye! And I was happy and proud that my son could see the world with my eye!
With all my love!!! Your mother!!!
Moral:
After that very painful letter to the son he has no other to cry and think how much he regrets to make her suffer the mother.
He continued his life with his wife and children and always remembering his precious mother who touched his heart, after so much anger.
Please do not be ungrateful, and think that your parents gave you many things that other people do not have another chance to get.
laughingstock of the whole class." Why do not you die?
But he did not answer me! .......
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A SAD LOVE STORYGibran was exceedingly excited as he was flying back to Delhi after a gap of 5 years. He was to meet his beloved Selma who had been the sole purpose of his existence. Gibran and Selma had met each other at college. It was love at first sight for both of them. With the passage of time, their love grew stronger and more intense. Their love story like all other love stories was not devoid of challenges. Since Selma belonged to an affluent family, her parents were not in favour of this relationship. Selma’s father categorically said to Gibran one day, “My dear young man, I appreciate your intense emotions for my daughter; but do you are a man of meager resources; you have not even got any job; how will you keep my daughter happy?” Gibran felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. He felt an intense pain in his heart. He pleadingly and convincingly replied to Selma’s father, “I regard your concern for your daughter; let me assure you my heart’s desire is to give Selma all the joys of the world. I am not demanding immediate wedding. I have just come to request you to give me some time to be financially independent. Give me just a few years to earn as much as is enough to provide for Selma’s comforts.” With this he took his leave and went home.
Now his only wish, day and night was to get a job. He applied at many places and luckily was hired by an MNC. He worked very hard day and night and seeing his dedication and sincerity, he was promoted to the post of a manager. The company sent him to Switzerland. From such a far place, he would try his best to keep in touch with Selma. However, she was scarcely available. Sometimes, she would not pick up his call; at times she replied to his mails and text messages quite late. Gibran’s loving heart never suspected Selma’s love for him had cooled down in the gale of circumstances. His heart with the same love he had always felt for her. She was his angel.
The plane touched down; slowly it taxied to the arrival terminus. Gibran ran down the stairs to the exit. He had intentionally not told any of his family members about his arrival. He had planned a pleasant surprise for them. He had planned to go to Selma’s home straightway. He had brought a very expensive diamond ring to gift to her in front of her family. He hired a taxi and instructed the driver to drive to Selma’s house. The car stopped in front of his beloved’s house. His heart beat with unprecedented intensity and excitement. Breathing deep, he rang the bell; after a few moments, the gate opened; he was ushered into the living drawing room. He greeted Selma’s parents respectfully. The father recognized him. There was silence! Gibran said very politely, “Sir, I am Gibran! Where is Selma? As I had promised you I would come for Selma’s hand after earning enough, with God’s grace I earn quite a decent earning every month; I feel I can look after Selma’s comforts easily. Would you please grant your approval to our wedding?”
The stupefied father just kept looking towards the floor. Selma’s mother’s eyes welled up with tears. She consolingly said to Gibran, “My dear son, you are late…Selma has been married…We pressurized her to get married as she was getting old. She resisted at first; then for our happiness she agreed to marry. Kindly forgive us. We had thought you must have forgot her and got married! We were mistaken!”
Gibran was thunderstruck with the words; he kept standing there with the diamond ring in his hand. He closed his fist…with tears in his eyes he turned and with a heavy burden of pain in his heart he slowly walked out of the house onto the road.