Ahsan Learns a Lesson

Ahsan Learns a Lesson

BY: Ubaid

IUbaid was the end of Ahsan’s final exams. After days of study, late nights, and hard work, he was finally free. His father, Mr. Faris, wanted to cheer him up and reward him for completing his exams, so one afternoon he said kindly,
“Come on, Ahsan, let’s go visit my old friend Mahmood. It’s been a long time since we met him, and I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you too.”

Ahsan, excited for the outing, quickly agreed. He loved visiting new places, and the idea of meeting people after being stuck with books for so long sounded wonderful. Soon, they were driving through the busy streets of Multan. The sun was warm, the air filled with the smell of food stalls, and Ahsan’s heart was light.

When they finally reached Mahmood Uncle’s house, Ahsan was immediately impressed. The house was large and beautifully decorated. The lawn was neat, flowers were blooming, and the living room was filled with elegant furniture and shining decorations.

Ahsan’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. He was a lively boy and loved exploring. As the grown-ups greeted each other and sat down for tea, Ahsan’s attention quickly drifted toward the many interesting objects in the room.

On the center table stood a delicate little glass house. Its walls were transparent, and when the sunlight touched it, the entire piece glittered beautifully. Ahsan could not resist. He reached out, picked it up carefully, and turned it around in his hands.

“Wow!” Ahsan exclaimed. “Uncle Mahmood, this house is so beautiful! Where did you get it?”

Mahmood Uncle smiled at the boy’s wonder and replied, “Beta, when I traveled to Italy many years ago, I bought this as a souvenir. It’s very special to me.”

“Oh, I see!” said Ahsan, still amazed. For a while he admired it, but soon his attention wandered again. After gently placing the glass house back on the table, he noticed a tall, colorful vase nearby. Without thinking, he picked it up too.

“This vase is so pretty as well!” he said enthusiastically.

At this point, his father frowned slightly. He leaned forward and said in a calm but firm voice,
“Ahsan beta, you must not pick up things in other people’s houses. These are not toys. They can break very easily.”

But Ahsan, caught up in his excitement, didn’t fully understand. “But Baba, I just want to look at it for a little while. It’s so beautiful. Don’t worry, I’ll put it back soon.”

Hearing this, Mr. Faris felt a sting of disappointment. He had tried to explain politely, yet his son did not listen. Mahmood Uncle, being a kind man, did not say anything, but the father could not help feeling uneasy.

After some more time, they finished their visit and returned home. On the way, Ahsan noticed that his father was unusually quiet. At first, he thought maybe Baba was tired, but soon he realized something was wrong.

“Baba,” he asked softly, “are you upset with me?”

Mr. Faris looked at him for a moment and then replied, “Yes, beta, I am a little upset. Do you know why?”

Ahsan shook his head.

“Because,” his father explained, “when we go to someone’s house, it is not polite to touch their belongings without permission. People might think you are careless or naughty. Today, I asked you not to pick things up, but you still did. That made me sad, because I want people to say that Ahsan is a good and well-mannered boy. Instead, they may think the opposite. Do you understand now?”

The boy’s heart sank. He had never wanted to upset his father. He thought for a moment and then said with honesty,
“Baba, I didn’t realize it would hurt you or make me seem impolite. You are right. I should have listened to you. Thank you for explaining it to me. I promise you will never have to complain about this again.”

Hearing these sincere words, Mr. Faris smiled gently. He patted his son on the shoulder, feeling hopeful that Ahsan had truly learned something valuable.

From that day onward, Ahsan kept his promise. Whenever he accompanied his father to visit relatives, friends, or neighbors, he remembered the lesson. He admired decorations from a distance, praised them politely, but never touched anything without permission. Soon, everyone began to notice his good manners. They would often say to his father, “Mashallah, Ahsan is such a well-behaved boy.”

These words filled Mr. Faris’s heart with pride, and Ahsan himself felt happy too. He realized that respecting other people’s belongings was not only about avoiding accidents but also about showing courtesy and earning respect.


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Moral of the Story

Dear children, this story teaches us an important lesson: Never touch or play with other people’s belongings without permission. Objects may look attractive, but they can be delicate and expensive. If they break, the owner may suffer a loss, and we may feel ashamed.

Good children are always careful. They admire things politely and learn to control their curiosity. Manners and respect make us truly loved by everyone around us.

So remember Ahsan’s lesson: look with your eyes, not with your hands.