The End Of Envy - King's Story
The country is centuries old. The country was ruled by a king. It was a time of wars. The king would have been powerful. He would have invaded and conquered another country for one reason or another. In the king's court, intelligent ministers and generals were highly valued. There would have been rewards for bravery if there had been no fighting for some time. Ministers and nobles would have started conspiracies against each other. There would have been conspiratorial gangs in every court who would have incited the king to assassinate or imprison the king against such a prime minister. Like a drop of water falling on a rock, it makes a hole in it. In the same way, backbiting and gossip do things that are not possible with a sword. They tell the king that his eyes are on your throne. He gave this order, etc. etc. You will remember that Mahmud Ghaznavi's slave was "Ayaz". Mahmud Ghaznavi was very kind to him. Jealousy was against Ayaz. He kept backbiting the king. One day a jealous person told the king that Ayaz sometimes He seems to be stealing the treasure. The king said, "Now go and tell me." The envious people told the king that Ayaz had gone to the treasury. The king immediately reached the treasury with some ministers. He saw that a trunk was open and Ayaz was sitting alone. The king went forward and saw Ayaz holding a broken shoe. There were tears in his eyes. The king asked in surprise, "What are you doing?" Ayaz raised his head and looked at the king. Then he lowered his eyes and said, "Peace be upon you." I come here from time to time and look at these things so that pride and arrogance do not come in me and I give thanks to Allah. I was not able to do as much as He has shown me mercy. Seeing and hearing this, all the envious people became ashamed. At the behest of the greedy and envious, the Prime Minister was imprisoned and blindfolded with hot stitches in his eyes and thrown into a prison. Today a jeweler came to the king's court and placed two identical diamonds in front of the king and He said, "Peace be upon you. One of these diamonds is real and the other is fake. If you identify it, give it to you as a gift." And if I don't recognize him, then I have to give him so much reward. At first the king tried but failed. He called his atoms and asked them to identify him. They also failed. He said that before him two or three kings He went to the courts and won prizes from there. Now it has become a challenge for the king not to recognize the diamond. The king and his courtiers were worried about what to do. A courtier said, "Peace be upon the king." Tell me one thing, tell me, what is the matter with the order of life? King, peace be upon you. You have imprisoned the Prime Minister and he is blind. He can identify this diamond. Are you sure? He is sure that he will succeed in this. The Prime Minister should be presented to the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister was brought from the prison. The Prime Minister was weakened. He was in a bad mood. The envious and gossipers started laughing at the fake diamond when it could not recognize it. I want to sit in the sun for a while. He took a diamond and sat in the sun for a while. He grabbed a diamond and said to the king, "Holy Prophet, this is real and the other imitation. Everyone was astonished at this." He agreed that it was real and the other imitation. He gave the real diamond as a gift to the king. The king was very happy and wondered how he could identify it. I don't even know human beings. You oppressed me at the behest of envious people. Today Allah Almighty kept my lodge. I sat in the sun saying that I was unwell. I kept both diamonds in the sun. The real diamond was cold and the fake diamond. It was made of glass. It was heated by the sun. That was all. The king was embarrassed. He ordered that all the envious people be beheaded. Thus the envious person came to an end. The king made this blind man his minister in this history. The first blind minister was seen Beware! May Allah make us perfect Muslims.
(Amen)

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