This story (HOW OUR SINS MAKE US THEIR SLAVES?) makes us feel that we become slaves of our own slaves, day by day.
SINS MAKE US THEIR SLAVES
a young man once said: I play with stones until a happening happens, I threw one and it hit my mother's fowl and it died instantly. I assumed, I accustomed to be alone but shockingly, my sister was directly behind province viewing.
at that time, she aforesaid " provide Maine 10k else the secrete move to tell mum "
I aforesaid to my sister: " please don't, she is going to hit me"
the next day, Mum steered her to scrub the plates and clear the peripheral, however,
she stated: "Mum, Mohd aforesaid he will do it"
then she said: "Ali, you wash the plates and sweep the peripheral as else, confine mind you killed a fowl" whereas not indecisive, I washed the plates and sweptback back the peripheral for her.
the following day, mum urged her to proceed to urge water and fill the drum.
she aforesaid once more: "Mum, Mohd aforesaid he can do it" then she came to Me and said: "Ali, you keep in mind that fowl? Fill this drum with water as another..."
that same day at intervals the evening, mum sent her to the market to shop for food things, and all over again she said: Mum, Mohd aforesaid he can go and buy"
she came to me again said: "Ali, confine mind that the fowl continues to be dead, move to the market and procure the food things else ..."
then on it,
I simply stood up and visited mum with tears in my eyes, I found her sitting in the house, I visited her, knelt down, and aforesaid whereas crying: "Mum, I am sorry please forgive me
I'm the one who killed your fowl, it wasn't deliberately, sorry mum,
at that time, she answered: "my kid.. the day you killed the fowl, I accustomed be at the window viewing everything that happened. your sister created you her slave.
as a result of you nearly definitely would not wish to come back to Me to confess and apologize. however presently you have done it, you'll be free, she's progressing to not use you again"
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