A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5-year old son waiting for her at the door.
The son said: 'Mom, may I ask you a question?'
The mother said: 'Yeah sure, what is it?’ 'Mom, how much do you make an hour?' asked the son.
'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the woman said angrily. 'I just wanna know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
The mother replied: 'Well, if you must know, I make $ 50 an hour.' 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down. And then he said: 'Mom, may I please borrow $ 25?'
Hearing this, the mother was furious, 'If the only reason you asked how much money I make, is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish nonsense.'
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such question only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down, and started to think. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with the $ 25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often.So, she went to the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' She asked. 'No Mom, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' she said. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $ 25 you wanted.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you Mother!' he exclaimed. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The woman saw that the boy already had some money, and started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the mother grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.
'Mother, I have $ 50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'
The mother was crushed. She put her arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness.
Ref : Radio Roohaniyat.
The son said: 'Mom, may I ask you a question?'
The mother said: 'Yeah sure, what is it?’ 'Mom, how much do you make an hour?' asked the son.
'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the woman said angrily.
The mother replied: 'Well, if you must know, I make $ 50 an hour.' 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down. And then he said: 'Mom, may I please borrow $ 25?'
Hearing this, the mother was furious, 'If the only reason you asked how much money I make, is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish nonsense.'
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such question only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down, and started to think. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with the $ 25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often.
'Are you asleep, son?' She asked. 'No Mom, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' she said. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $ 25 you wanted.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you Mother!' he exclaimed. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The woman saw that the boy already had some money, and started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the mother grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.
'Mother, I have $ 50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?
The mother was crushed. She put her arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness.
