Sagar was the only, cherished son of his parents. He was good at studies, but he had a strange and bad habit, that was hunting birds. One day, he caught a small bird and imprisoned it in his room. The helpless bird started fluttering in the cage. When grandmother came to the room to call him for food, Sagar was worried and his heart was filled to see the bird imprisoned. He scolded Sagar lovingly and said:
"Saghir son! Allah has created the birds with free wings and you have imprisoned this helpless bird." These innocent creatures trust Allah more than humans. It is good if their chatter and their queues in the sky continue. You should let them be free, otherwise these innocents may be cursed."
After hearing the grandmother's words, Sagar looked at her with shock and asked:
"Grandmother! What is this curse?
Grandmother patted his head tenderly and explained:
"A sigh from the heart of an oppressed person is called a curse. When you keep a tongueless bird in prison, hungry and thirsty, and do not let him eat, even after placing a grain of water in front of him, his aching heart calls out to the one who is on the throne.
"There was a cruel king, he took pleasure in the suffering of birds."
"What do you mean! Are you telling me a story!" Sagar sat straight.
"Yes!" That's how it is.'' Grandmother smiled and said:
One day he went hunting with his army. Seeing a deserted mansion on the way, he sat on its roof and began to watch the birds. In no time, he hunted a bird. Instead of killing the bird, that brave king tied its beak with a thread and scattered some grains of wheat in front of it. The helpless bird continued to squirm, looking at the grains but could not chew a single grain due to its closed beak. The king continued to laugh at his helplessness. It was not long before the king's foot slipped and he fell down from the roof. No servant was near to hear his cries. He lay there helpless and groaning for hours. Finally, a passer-by saw her suffering and took her to the hospital.
"Grandmother! Were there such big hospitals even at that time?
Grandma smiled and said:
"They may not have been big, but the sages had made a big meaning. Well! The accident was so severe that the king's leg was lost forever. When the king regained consciousness and saw his disability, he immediately thought of that bird on the roof. Two pearls came out of his eyes and started shining on his cheeks. The king had realized that this calamity that befell him was the result of the sigh of that speechless bird.
When the story was over, Dadi saw. Sagar was completely silent and had tears of regret in his eyes. He immediately opened the bird's cage and promised Grandmother that he would never hurt a speechless bird again.
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