Anecdotes of Pious Men

BOOK ID

Author(s): Ayatullah Murtadha Mutahhari

Publisher(s): World Organization for Islamic Services (WOFIS) 1362 = 1403 = 1983

Category: Kids Corner Ethics

Topic Tags: Anecdotes Islamic Stories short story Miscellaneous information: First edition 1394/1974, Fifth edition 1403/1983, Sixth edition 1422/2000.

Congress Classification: BP249/5/م 6د2049522 1362

Dewey Classification: 297 /68

National bibliography numbers: م 79-6588

Translated and published by

World Organization for Islamic Services,

P. 0. Box 11365-1545,

Tehran - 15837,

ISLAMIC REPUBLIC OF IRAN

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سرشناسه : مطهری، مرتضی، 1358 - 1299

Motahhari, Mortaza

عنوان قراردادی : [داستان راستان. انگلیسی. برگزیده]

عنوان و نام پديدآور : Anecdotes of pious men/ by Mortaza Motahhari

وضعيت ويراست : 5th ed

مشخصات نشر : Tehran: World Organization for Islamic services, 1362 = 1403 = 1983.

مشخصات ظاهری : 94ص

وضعیت فهرست نویسی : فهرستنویسی قبلی

عنوان دیگر : داستان راستان. انگلیسی

عنوان دیگر : Anecdotes of pious men

موضوع : داستانهای اخلاقی -- مجموعه ها

موضوع : اسلام -- داستان -- مجموعه ها

شناسه افزوده : موسسه جهانی خدمات اسلامی World Organization for Islamic serivices

رده بندی کنگره : BP249/5/م 6د2049522 1362

رده بندی دیویی : 297 /68

شماره کتابشناسی ملی : م 79-6588

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Some selected Islamic stories from the Persian Book Dastan-e Rastan vol. l amp; 2.

The Stranger

Tired and exhausted with the water-skin on her back, she was gasping and going towards her house where innocent children, their eyes fixed at the door, were eagerly waiting for the arrival of their mother. On her way, an unknown man approached her. He took the water-skin from her and placed it on his back. The door opened and the children saw their mother entering the house with a stranger. He placed the water-skin on the ground and said:

"Well, it seems you don't have anyone to fetch water for you; how come you are so forlorn?" "My husband was a soldier; Ali sent him to the frontier where he was killed. Now I am alone with these little children."

The stranger said no more. Bowing down his head he went away. But the thought of the help- less window and orphans remained in his mind. He could hardly sleep in the night. Early in the morning he picked up a basket; put some meat, flour and dates in it; went straight to her house and knocked at the door.

"Who are you?"

"I am the man who brought your

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