The Sack of Wheat|کیسه گندم


A Voice from Iran

“187th story”

Once upon a time, There was a very poor old man who passed life so hard. His son and daughter were sick, and the poverty didn’t allow him to take them to a doctor.

He didn’t even have money for a portion of proper food for his children. They had ripped clothes and not a very warm place to sleep. His job was to walk around the bazaar and beg for money to buy a piece of bread and take it home to feed them.

Every night he came home tired with a broken heart. He was so ashamed and couldn’t face his children. One of the days, no one gave him even a penny. He walked from alleys to bazaars, but still no luck for a piece of bread.

He couldn’t go home empty-handed; he was tired and disgraceful. He decided to go to the miller and…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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