Ali quickly got the pen from the table and took it as he left his
companion's study hall. As he strolled into his own, he put it in his pencil
case and kept it in his sack.
In the van, returning, Ali saw his companion looking upset. He was
peering inside his pack for the pen which was skilled to him by his grandma
before she died. Ali felt some culpability, however, it was sufficient not to
cause him to concede his issue.
Throughout the days, he began taking it to an ever-increasing
extent. It had turned into a habit for him. Pens, pencils, gems, even cash from
companions, educators, and, surprisingly, his folks.
In some cases when he saw individuals he had taken things from
searching for those things, he felt embarrassed for his demonstrations. A few
evenings, he would find it hard to rest around evening time as he would
continue to contemplate the things he had taken. He before long understood that
he had turned into a hoodlum, and take had turned into a habit that he was
unable to stop.
Every so often he made a good attempt to oppose his enticement,
however, he would before long deal with it and begin taking once more.
Days passed. One summer evening, as he was leaving school, he saw
an extravagant pencil lying on the asphalt. At first, he was hesitant to get it
as there were countless individuals around. Consider the possibility that he
would get found out.
However, taking a gander at the pencil once more, he felt areas of
strength for itself and gradually moved towards it, nonchalantly twisting down
to get it. Similarly, as he was going to pick it up, a senior regent approached
him and inquired as to whether the pencil had a place with him.
"No doubt, I dropped it a little while ago," he lied.
In the meantime, a youngster came running back and inquired as to
whether they had seen his pencil. First, the administrator thought the kid was
lying, however, the youngster accurately portrayed the pencil and, after being
shown, immediately recognized it as his own. A portion of his companions
likewise vouched for it and Ali was found lying.
Humiliated, Ali left right away. While Ali was currently at
school, his mom came into his space to check to assume she had erroneously
placed Ali's dad's hanky in Ali's cabinet.
After opening it, she was shocked to see a wide range of things in
it — her armband, his sister's mirror, his dad's card case, a few fixed things
that most certainly didn't have a place with him and a large chunk of change.
Ali's mom's eyes just gushed and she called his dad and let him
know everything. That evening, after supper, Ali's dad and mom sat and
conversed with him.
"Ali, is there anything that you need to tell us?" his
dad said.
"My sweetheart, we would rather not judge you, all we need is
real," his mom persistently made sense of.
As though this was all Ali needed, for he burst out crying with
culpability. And keep in mind that crying he said, "I'm embarrassed about
the thing I have been doing up work now. Mum, and Dad, I am heartbroken. I'm a
liar and a hoodlum. I have been taking things that I like and can't avoid doing
as such. I don't have any idea what comes over me. Today, I was trapped in the
school, I am grieved that I shamed you and your lessons. I ... I'm grieved,
mum. I'm grieved, Dad. I will not try again later," he embraced his mom
and continued to cry.
"My dear, pretty much nothing remains to be said. You have
understood your activities were off-base, and you are culpable, this is
sufficient. All we needed was that you understand that you were off-base and
you would change yourself. You have taken in your example. Tell the truth to
yourself and your friends and family. Furthermore, remember that taking is
wrongdoing and a transgression. It is rarely legitimate. It's smarter to strive
to acquire something than to take it. As a savvy individual once said, "A
dollar procured esteems over 100 found," his dad said and embraced him
tightly.