The Fifth Sinner
When kindness becomes a crime in the eyes of evil.
The Fifth Sinner
The five men stood silently, their heads bowed in confusion.
Their hands trembled slightly — they had been captured by the Devil’s servants and dragged into the dark court of Satan himself.
They didn’t understand why they were there. What crime had they committed?
From behind a thick black curtain came a burst of cruel laughter.
Then a deep, cold voice echoed through the darkness.
> “Tell me,” the Devil commanded, “what crime has Sinner Number One committed?”
One of the dark figures stepped forward.
> “Master, his crime is this: he devoted his life to serving his parents. He cared for them day and night, stood by them in old age, and never left them alone.”
The Devil let out a long, mocking laugh that shook the hall.
> “Sinner Number Two!” the Devil’s voice thundered. “What has he done?”
Another servant answered,
> “Master, his heart is filled with compassion. After his brother’s death, he took care of the widow and her children. He loved them more than his own, gave them education and dignity, and helped them stand on their own feet. That, Master, is his crime.”
Again, the court echoed with Satan’s laughter.
> “And what about the third one?”
> “Master, this man rebelled against his own family,” the servant said bitterly. “He brought his sister from the village to the city so she could study. He gave her love, respect, and education — and even found her a good husband. That is his unforgivable sin.”
The Devil’s eyes burned with fury.
> “Number Four — speak!”
> “Master, this man was overcome with a passion to help others. He founded a training center where poor people learned skills to earn a living. Because of him, hundreds became good citizens. That, Master, is his crime.”
The Devil slammed his hand on the table.
> “Enough! My head will burst with anger! Such sinners are multiplying day by day — our work grows harder!”
But one servant hesitated.
> “Master, there is still one more — Sinner Number Five.”
> “Enough!” the Devil shouted. “I can’t bear to hear more of their good deeds. Take them all away! Give each one a hundred lashes and lock them in the darkest cell — until the madness of goodness leaves their minds!”
The five men cried out together,
> “No! We’ve done nothing wrong! Don’t punish us! Don’t hurt us!”
Suddenly — a scream.
And then — silence.
Saboor woke up, trembling.
Sweat rolled down his forehead as he whispered to himself,
> “Oh God… what a terrible dream.”
He got up from his bed and walked quickly toward his grandfather’s room.
But the room was empty — his grandfather had already gone out for his morning walk after the dawn prayer.
Saboor lay down on the old man’s bed, waiting for him to return.
A few minutes later, the door opened.
> “Saboor, my child,” the old man smiled. “You’re up early today, even though it’s a holiday. Something wrong?”
> “Grandfather, please sit down,” Saboor said nervously. “I have something to tell you.”
The old man sat beside him on the cot.
Saboor began to describe every detail of his strange dream — the court, the laughter, the punishments.
When he finished, the old man looked at him quietly, a soft smile touching his wrinkled face.
> “So, my child… this is what’s troubling you?”
> “Yes, Dada Jan,” Saboor replied. “I can’t understand. How could people be punished for being good?”
The old man chuckled gently.
> “There’s nothing to fear, Saboor. Remember this — to the Devil, every good person is his enemy. The more you stand for truth and kindness, the more Satan hates you.”
Saboor looked puzzled.
> “So… does that mean you, too, would be a sinner in the Devil’s eyes?”
The old man’s smile faded into calm pride.
> “Yes, my son. I, too, would be his fifth sinner.”
> “What do you mean, Grandfather?”
The old man leaned back, his eyes distant with memory.
> “Let me tell you a story — my own story. When Pakistan was created, millions had to migrate through rivers of blood. Families were torn apart. Many parents lost their children, and children lost their parents. Amid that chaos, your late grandmother and I reached a refugee camp.”
His voice softened.
> “There, we found two little orphans — a boy and a girl. Alone, frightened, with no one left. We took them in, raised them as our own, shared our food, our home, our love. Life was hard in the beginning, but God blessed our efforts. The business grew, and so did the children.”
Saboor’s eyes widened as he listened.
> “When they grew up,” the old man continued, “we got them married into good families. They built their own lives. That was our reward.”
Saboor leaned forward.
> “Grandfather… who were those two children?”
The old man smiled softly.
> “One of them is your father — Dr. Masroor. The other is your aunt, who teaches at the girls’ college.”
Saboor froze in astonishment.
> “You mean… my father and aunt were those orphans?”
> “Yes,” the old man said with quiet pride. “So now you know, my dear boy — your dream’s fifth sinner was me.”
Saboor’s eyes filled with tears. He moved closer and hugged his grandfather tightly.
The old man’s chest was warm, filled with the peace of love and the coolness of kindness — a place where no shadow of evil could ever reach.
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Moral:
> In the eyes of the Devil, every act of kindness is a crime.
But in the eyes of God — those “criminals” are His most beloved souls.
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