Lets Re-cherish Some Funny, Yet Memorable Moments Of Our Life ...
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Dear Friends,
Lets Enjoy Some Real Awkward Still Truly Memorable Moments Of Our Life … These Are Those Kindaa Moments Which Few Of Us Will Surely Enjoy In Their Coming Future & Few Had Already Enjoyed In Past … I Call This “Good Old Days” Which We Are Going To Miss In The Years Ahead …
Cheers …
Take Care n God Bless …
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Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves /short story
Ali Baba, a poor woodcutter was in the forest when he saw forty thieves stop in front of a cave.
The leader said “Open Sesame!” and before Ali Baba’s amazed eyes the sealed mouth of the cave magically opened and the men disappeared inside. To come out and close the entrance, the leader said “Close Sesame” and the cave sealed itself once more. Trembling with excitement Ali Baba waited till the thieves had left and then entered the cave after saying the magic words. To his delight he found lots of treasure.
Ali Baba told his brother Kasim about the wondrous cave. Kasim set off to get some treasure for himself too. Sadly, he forgot the words to leave the cave and the thieves killed him. Ali Baba discovered his brother’s body in the cave. With the help of a slave girl called Morgiana, he was able to take Kasim’s body back home and bury it.
Realising that someone else knew about their cave the thieves tracked Ali Baba down. The leader, disguised as an oil seller stayed with Ali Baba. He had brought along mules loaded with forty oil jars containing the other thieves. Clever Morgiana knew who the oil seller really was and poured boiling oil into the jars killing the other thieves. While dancing in front of the leader of the thieves Morgiana stabbed him. Ali Baba was saved and lived happily ever after.
Compassion is language the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
Mark Twain
Kindness is in our power even when fondness is not.
Henry James
“We Can’t Buy Happiness For Ourselves.
We Can’t Sell Our Sorrows.”