Moral story:
A FOOLISH STAGE
‘All that glitter not gold’ is an old adage. It connotes that all attractive things are not really valuable. Several things glister like gold, but actually they are not gold. Appearance is usually deceptive. The idiom, ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ also conveys the same meaning. We cannot estimate the value of thing by its appearance; rather we should examine it minutely to discover its real worth. Abu Hurairah reported that the message of ALLAH said: “ALLAH does not look at your appearances or your financial status, but he looks at your hearts and your actions,” Helen Keller says in this context: “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched; they must be felt with the heart”. It may not be out of place to quote Aristotle here when he says: “The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
Once, a stage felt
very thirsty. He went to a stream to quench his thirst. The stream was full of
cool water. He drank his fill. Eventually, he caught sight of his reflection in
the clear crystal water of the stream. He greatly admired the size and
offshoots of his antlers that looked so outstanding in beauty and grace. He
felt tremendously proud of his being such a paragon of beauty. While he was
captivated by the striking elegance of his antlers, he caught sight of his thin
legs.
“the
beauty of his antlers praised,
But at his legs in horror
gazed:
They looked like spindles as
they shrank
Out of his sight beneath the
bank”
He became downhearted
and disappointed. He began to deplore his hard luck for having such clumsy
slender legs and cloven hoofs. Thus, he became ungrateful to Allah. It was like
finding fault with divine hand. He scolded nature for making him imperfect. All
of a sudden, he heard the howls of hounds from a distance. A sudden fright
paralyzed him. He saw a pack of hounds racing toward him. The innate instinct
to save his life startled him from his numbness and he look to fight with
breakneck speed. As long as the plain was smooth and open, he kept himself
easily at a safe distance from the hounds. Soon he got away from the hounds.
Eventually he had to cross a patch of forest overgrown with thorny bushe. While
running through the thickly grown thickets, his attractive antlers of which he
was a proud got entangled in them. He made desperate efforts to free himself,
but all to no avail. His lean legs, which he hated so much, had proved of huge
help to him. But his majestic antlers hard put him on the threshold of death.
He thus reproached himself: “Woe is me! How I was decided! The hoofs which
could have saved me I despaired, and I gloried in these antlers which have
saved me I despaired, and I gloried in there. They fell upon him and tore him
apart.
POSSOBLE
MORALS:
(1).
Appearance is always deceptive
(2).
All that glitter is not gold
(3).
Do not find fault with the divine hand
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