The Real Reason
“I used to come late because my mother had fallen seriously ill.”

Maheen was a very sweet and gentle girl. She was the only child of her parents and the center of their world. Every morning, she would get ready for school with care and enthusiasm. After returning home in the afternoon, she would always help her mother with household chores. She was obedient, responsible, and mature beyond her age.
One day, Maheen arrived late at school. As soon as she entered the classroom, the teacher scolded her harshly and reminded her to come on time. Maheen listened silently with her head lowered. She did not explain the reason for her delay, fearing that the teacher might think she was making excuses.
After that day, Maheen began arriving late every morning. Each time, she would be the last student to enter the classroom and would face the teacher’s anger and strict words. Despite being repeatedly scolded, she never revealed the real reason behind her lateness. She endured everything quietly, afraid that no one would understand her situation and that her truth would be dismissed as an excuse.
Then suddenly, Maheen stopped coming to school altogether. One full week passed, and her seat remained empty. The students began to whisper among themselves. Some said that Maheen used to be scolded every day for being late and perhaps had left school because of that. Others assumed that she had become careless about her studies.
After a week, Maheen finally returned to school. That day, she arrived earlier than everyone else and sat silently at her desk. When the teacher entered the classroom, all the students stood up and greeted her respectfully. The teacher responded to the greeting, but her eyes immediately fell upon Maheen. She was surprised to see her sitting there after such a long absence.
The teacher called Maheen to the front of the class and said sternly, “You used to come late every single day, and now you have returned after a whole week. Have you had enough of taking holidays?”
The teacher continued scolding her angrily. Tears began to roll down Maheen’s cheeks, but she remained silent for a moment. Gathering courage, she softly said, “Miss, I want to say something.”
“Yes, speak,” the teacher replied impatiently.
Maheen took a deep breath and said, “Miss, I used to come late because my mother fell seriously ill. I have no brother or sister. My father works in a factory and leaves early in the morning. I had to prepare breakfast, give my mother her medicine, and look after her before coming to school. That is why I was late every day.
“Then my mother passed away. Because of that, I could not come to school for several days. From now on, I will always come on time, because now I can no longer serve my mother.”
As Maheen spoke these words, her voice trembled. The classroom fell silent. The children listened with heavy hearts, realizing how wrong their assumptions had been. Many of them felt deep sorrow for Maheen and regret for the things they had said about her in her absence.
The teacher stood frozen. Her anger vanished, replaced by shame and remorse. She realized how quickly she had judged Maheen without trying to understand her situation. Maheen, after saying everything she had kept hidden for so long, broke down and began to cry loudly.
The entire class shared her grief. The teacher gently consoled her, deeply regretful for her harsh behavior. At that moment, everyone learned a powerful lesson: behind silence, there may be pain, and behind lateness, there may be sacrifice.
This story teaches us that we should never judge anyone without knowing the truth. Every person carries unseen struggles, and sometimes the real reason remains hidden until it is too late. A tree is known by its fruit, but a human being is known by understanding, patience, and compassion.
About the Creator
Sudais Zakwan
Sudais Zakwan – Storyteller of Emotions
Sudais Zakwan is a passionate story writer known for crafting emotionally rich and thought-provoking stories that resonate with readers of all ages. With a unique voice and creative flair.


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