روايات وقصص ضمن Very Short Stories On Kindness With Moral

KINDNESS Kindness is present in all of us, But the level may differ for everyone, Some may have a half of cup, while others may have a full of a mug. It can heal a wounded heart, And repairs a bleeding scar. A little kindness will leave a spark, Behind a person's act of art. Though it doesn't have a language, It can be understood by a child, can be seen by a blind. It can be heard by deaf, And can be spoken by a dumb. A simple smile with a kind vibe, can mean the world in others' life.

"Hi dear, today I learned a lot from the people around me. How humility, sincerity and accept what is predestined. I am very happy to be able to meet good people that I know today. Even though I was tired when I walked 500 m from Mrs Mariya's residence which I currently live in. But all of them were rewarded with life lessons that I got. Those of us who have been eating well, sleeping well, it turns out that there are a lot of people out there that are still far from enough. I was so touched by the kindness of Mr Ahmad and Mrs Mariya. How they are very sincere in caring for children who do not have parents at their own expense. I never heard the two of them complain at all. When he heard tha

I frown and walk away from him angrily. “Good evening Ladies and gentlemen, the mural was painted by me and it tells the story of a young orphan boy who was alone in this world full of millions of people, this feeling made him lose hope and focus in life. But one day, a lady saw the potential in him and took him in, loved and nurtured him, thought him to believe in himself and he later became successful just because someone was there for him. The moral lesson of that story is that if you can't help someone, don't make them feel inferior and don't try to change how a person is because nobody is perfect and nobody is youer than you” Everyone claps for me as I step down from the stage. Some wer

"Actually, something happened when I went to bring icecream." "What happened?" he asked with concern filled voice. "I saw an old handicapped man struggling to cross the road. No one was willing to help so, I without giving any second thought went to help him. After helping him when I was about to return he thanked me but he said something that stuck in my mind." "What did he say?" "He said, I am too kind for this cruel world." Namit didn't reply anything and chose to stay silent. "Why did you become silent? Tell me na, am I too kind?"

The world is just like that, full of cruel people. Now the sailor continued speaking with the same angry tone as before: - Your skin glows with the sun and your hair is the color of a beautiful flower. Don't be on his side. I know where he comes from. I know what he has done, the sins he has committed. He doesn't love you, his race doesn't even know what love is. He comes from afar and never stays in one place for long. You think you know him, but you don't even know half the truth. Let us help you! We are adults, and we know what is best for you. Your sailor must be punished for the crimes he has committed, but not you! You are a free and beautiful child. Come and play with the other childr

Prologue Kanua Village, Zambia; January, 1991 There was a murderous glow in the eyes of the ten year old Luyando Chimeko as she stood watch over her drunk and passed out father snoring away on the mat inside the tent that a good Samaritan had lent to them which they had come to regard as their home for the past one week. Luyando had had enough of living like a destitute at the hands of her vagabond father whose own life seemed to be rotting away ever since the untimely demise of his wife a year ago. On that day, the ten year old had not just lost her mother, she had lost her father as well. The man she was now looking at was only a shell of the man she once called dad…and she had had enough

"You sure know to repay debts, don't you? Ever since I told you number eight helped to the room, you've been nothing but worried about her. I'll tell you to be careful around her so don't suffer the fate as her or even worst" "Since I'm the type to repay a debt, then permit me to return the favor by also giving you a piece of advice. In a place where we have to live in fear, where there is almost no hope for another day and each of us struggles to live by, a little kindness might just save the day moreover it cost you nothing." "Positions sure changes people. Just yesterday, you were shivering like a child whose has lost his mother and overnight, you're all grown up, a philosopher to be prec

She looked down at the box in her hand in wonder. "That's the problem with you young people, always thinking everything comes with a price. An act of kindness is just that, nothing more." "Thank you Ms. Thompson this is, this is wonderful thanks." "I figure you could do with a bit of kindness after all that nonsense. I hope you're not losing any sleep over those so-called friends of yours that scattered to the enemy camp. Not the one of them is worth a second thought. Now what is it you mean to do with this fool thing?" She pointed her finger at the box like it was a snake getting ready to strike.

“We’ve helped them find a safe place.” As they prepared to leave, Leo paused, looking back at the rabbits. “What if we include this in our story? The characters could learn the importance of helping those in need and how kindness can create a ripple effect.” “That’s a beautiful idea,” Mia said, her eyes shining. “It adds depth to our legend and reinforces the message of caring for the environment.”

He had learned, through Mama Hazel's gentle guidance, that kindness was not just about words, but about actions, about extending a helping hand to those in need. As they walked back to their own home, Mama Hazel watched Theo, his eyes sparkling with a newfound understanding of the world. He had learned, through simple acts of kindness, that even small gestures could make a big difference. He had discovered the power of compassion, the joy of helping others, and the beauty of making the world a little brighter, one act of kindness at a time. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room floor, painting the walls in hues of gold and orange. Theo, nestled on the rug with a collecti