Moral Stories

While at the park one day, man sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.

“That’s my son over there,” he said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.

“He’s a fine looking boy” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bicycle in the white dress.”

Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Mariyam ?”

Mariyam pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.”

The man nodded and Mariyam continued to ride her bicycle to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”

Again Mariyam pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.”

The man smiled and said, “OK.”

“ you certainly are a patient father,” the man responded.

The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Arafat was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bicycle near here. I never spent much time with Arafat and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Mariyam.

She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bicycle. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”