Sindbad and Hindbad

 





Long ago, there was a poor porter named Hindbad. He used to live in Baghdad. Hindbad used to carry heavy loads every day.

          One day, he was carrying a heavy load as usual. As a result, he became tired and sat down to take some rest in front of a palace.

          The palace was so grand that the porter became curious to know about the people living in it. He wondered, “How rich the people living inside the palace would be!”

          Sometime later, Hindbad saw a passer-by. Right then, Hindbad asked the passer-by, “Who lives in this palace?

          The passer-by replied, “The palace is of Sindbad, the famous sailor. He has travelled to a number of places or distant lands.”

          After hearing everything with rapt attention, Hindbad looked up at the sky. Then he shouted loudly to heaven, “O, God, I am a poor porter. I, Hindbad, have to carry such heavy loads for getting every single meal. But Sindbad, right here, lives in such pomp and wealth.”

          Then Hindbad added, “Why is it that you are so kind to him but so cruel to me?”

          At that very moment, Sindbad was passing by the window. Sindbad called Hindbad inside. Then Sindbad said, “I got all these pompous things that you see a few years ago. I had to suffer a lot. I made seven voyages. Finally, fortune smiled on me and those seven voyages led me to such happiness.

[Retold a story from Adventures of the Arabian Nights]

Moral: Hard work can bring us success.


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