In one country there
a working farmer. His name was Rahim. In a small village, he lived with his wife and two children. The people of the village loved him all, because he was honest, hard working and smiling.
Every morning, before the sun rises, Rahim woke up and went to his land. Although the land was not too big, that was the trust of his life. He used to cultivate with love - paddy, wheat, vegetables - all of which were cared for.
In the heat of the sun, his body was soaked in sweat, but Rahim never complained. When others rested at noon, he still worked on the land. Because he knew that this crop would bring his family a smile.
The harvest season has come. The wave of golden paddy emerged at Rahim's field. His eyes are joyful. He cut the paddy in his own hands and sold it in the market. Whatever the money is received, rice, pulses, clothes, and children's education costs.
One day in the village school teacher Rahim asked the son of Rahim, "What does your father do?"
The boy proudly said, "My father is a farmer. He feed us, feed everyone."
Rahim's eyes heard the answer, but it was a water of joy. He realized that his hard work was not in vain.
That night Rahim looked at the stars of the sky and laughed softly,
"O Allah, you are the result of my crop, as well as the crop of happiness in my child's life."
From that, Rahim began to work with more minds, and his family began to spend the day in peace and peace.