It was the reception of a house belongs to a wealthy family. A old man about 80 years is sitting on a easy chair near by the window. His wife is sitting beside and reciting Quran with her diminish eyes. A well educated, and highly posed, their son is doing something in his laptop.
Suddenly a crow came and sit on the near by window
"What is this ?" the old man asked.Son deviated his eyes from the laptop and answered "It was a Crow"
Some minutes passed away the old man asked again "What is this?"
"Just now I answered. It was a Crow" the son said.
After some time the old man asked third time "What is this?"
With some angered voice the son replied "It was a Crow"
Some more time passed away that father asked fourth time "What was it"
The son last his patients. He looked at his father and shouted at his father " why you are asking the same question again and again ? how many times can I say, It was Crow ? your are not able to understand this at least ?"
There is no reaction observed from the old man, because he obtained the old age he turned back as a child. His wife, who sit beside him and recited Quran got up and went inside her room and come back again. She is having a old dairy in his hands.
It was the dairy of that father. He narrated this dairy from his sons birth. From that the mother opened a page and asked her son to read.
That page was narrated like this
"While I sit with my small son a crow came and sit on a window. My son asked" What is this" he asked 23 times" I answered 23 times. While he ask again and again I hugged him with affection. His repeated question didn’t makes any anger, but in reverse it brings more affection on seeing his innocents.
After reading this the sons eyes filled with tears. 23 times I asked same question but my father showered his affection on me, but I am angered towards such a person. The son felt sad.
