Forgotten Child Once upon a time, in the realm of the heavens, a compassionate guardian was given the task of guiding souls from the mortal world to the hereafter. He was known for his mercy and obedience to the divine will, though the weight of his duties often tested his gentle heart. There came a day when a ship, caught in a violent storm, was broken apart by the swirling sea. The souls of many men, women, and children aboard the ship were claimed by the waters, but one particular soul weighed heavily on the guardian’s heart.
Amid the wreckage, a mother and her newborn child were separated by the raging sea. The waves carried them in different directions, and the mother’s soul was soon to be claimed. The guardian hesitated, knowing it was his duty to follow divine command, but a deep sadness washed over him as he watched the helpless child drift away on a piece of the ship’s remains.
The child was carried far away, beyond the reach of human help, to a distant island. Yet, this was no ordinary island. It was a place touched by the divine, a sanctuary where nature itself was commanded to nurture the child. The flowers bloomed around him, forming a soft bed, while the sun was gentle and warm. The winds whispered sweet lullabies, and the trees bowed down to offer their fruits to the child. Even a fierce tigress, the ruler of the island, was ordered to watch over him, ensuring no harm would come to the baby. Each day, the tigress provided milk to the child, and the beautiful birds of the island sang joyful songs, keeping him company.
Years passed, and the once helpless infant grew into a strong and brave young man. Nature had raised him with love and care, and not a single thorn had ever pricked his feet. One day, a king from a distant land came upon the island while hunting. Astonished to find a healthy boy living in such an isolated place, the king took the boy back to his palace. As the king had no children, he adopted the boy and raised him as his own son. The boy, now a prince, enjoyed every luxury imaginable, and when the king passed away, the young man inherited the throne.
But power and privilege corrupted his heart. The boy, once raised by nature’s grace, forgot the kindness shown to him in his youth. He became proud and arrogant, ruling with cruelty and injustice. He began to see himself as more than a man—he believed himself to be a god, demanding that his people worship him. Anyone who disobeyed his commands was harshly punished, and he turned his back on the true path.
Years later, a humble prophet was sent to the young king, now grown into a tyrant, to remind him of his origins and the grace that had been bestowed upon him. But the king, consumed by pride, rejected the prophet’s words and continued his cruel reign. He even dared to throw the prophet into a pit of fire, believing his power could extinguish the divine message.
The guardian of souls, who had once been so saddened by the child’s fate, looked on with sorrow. The boy who had been blessed with protection and care had turned against the very forces that had raised him. What was meant to be a gift had become a curse through the boy’s arrogance and selfishness.
The lesson of this tale is clear: O servant of the world, do not allow pride and arrogance to cloud your heart. Remember the blessings you have been given, and use them with humility and gratitude. For when we forget the mercy shown to us, we risk becoming like the once-blessed child who grew into a tyrant, lost in his own vanity.
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