The Tale of the Woodcutter and the Tiger

 

Korean folklore recalls the tale of a woodcutter who encounters a tiger in the woods.  Fearing that he would soon be the tiger’s dinner, he exclaimed:   “You must be my long lost brother!  Our mother cried for you when you left home.  She had dinner ready for you every night, waiting for your return.  Sadly, out mother has just passed away.  How happy she would have been had she known you are alive and well!”  The woodcutter took out his handkerchief and pretended to wipe at his eyes.  The tiger turned away, as tears fell down his cheeks, leaving the woodcutter unharmed.

Every year thereafter, on Chesa, the memorial day of the woodcutter’s mother’s death, an offering appeared on her grave -  sometimes a peasant, or even his mother’s favorite mountain berries.  The woodcutter did not know where these offerings came from.

    One year, the woodcutter noticed that the customary offering had not been placed on his mother’s grave, and he wondered what had happened. Out from the bush, three baby tigers appeared, carrying offerings.  They approached the woodcutter and cried: “You must be our uncle!  Mother tiger is gone now, and we know how important it is for her to honor grandmother by bringing an offering to her Chesa table beside her grave.  We are here to bring offerings for our grandmother in loving memory of our mother.” The woodcutter noticed that his face had turned suddenly warm and realized that it was his own tears streaming down his cheeks.


Conclusion : I think when the woodcutter in tiger that they are brothers and  then he said you were long lost brothers and sadly her mother is passed away.

but in real life we can not do that for me I just think before you act just to make sure I was safe that can persuade the bad .

But the tiger is believe herself and he remembered the love of his mother

Ramayana

 
Dasharatha was the King of Ayodhya and had three wives and four sons. Rama was the eldest and his mother was Kaushalya. Bharata was the son of Dasharatha’s second and favorite wife, Queen Kaikeyi. The other two were twins, Lakshmana and Shatrughna whose mother was Sumithra. In the neighboring city the ruler’s daughter was named Sita. When it was time for Sita to choose her bridegroom (at a ceremony called a swayamvara) princes from all over the land were asked to string a giant bow which no one could lift. However, as Rama picked it up, he not only strung the bow, he broke it. Seeing this, Sita indicated that she had chosen Rama as her husband by putting a garland around his neck. Their love became a model for the entire kingdom as they looked over the kingdom under the watchful eye of his father the king. A few years later, King Dasharatha decided it was time to give his throne to his eldest son Rama and retire to the forest. Everyone seemed pleased, save Queen Kaikeyi since she wanted her son Bharata to rule. Because of an oath Dasharatha had made to her years before, she got the king to agree to banish Rama for fourteen years and to crown Bharata, even though the king pleaded with her not to demand such a request. The devastated King could not face Rama and it was Queen Kaikeyi who told Rama the King’s decree. Rama, always obedient, was content to go into banishment in the forest. Sita and Lakshmana accompanied him on his exile. One day Rama and Lakshmana wounded a rakshasas (demon) princess who tried to seduce Rama. She returned to her brother Ravana, the ten-headed ruler of Lanka. In retaliation, Ravana devised a plan to abduct Sita after hearing about her incomparable beauty. He sent one of his demons disguised as a magical golden deer to entice Sita. To please her, Rama and Lakshmana went to hunt the deer down. Before they did though, they drew a protective circle around Sita and told her that she would be safe for as long as she did not step outside the circle. After Rama and Lakshmana left, Ravana appeared as a holy man begging alms. The moment Sita stepped outside the circle to give him food, Ravana grabbed her and carried her to his kingdom in Lanka. Rama then sought the help of a band of monkeys offer to help him find Sita. Hanuman, the general of the monkey band can fly since his father is the wind. He flew to Lanka and, finding Sita in the grove, comforted her and told her Rama would come to save her soon. Ravana’s men captured Hanuman, and Ravana ordered them to wrap Hanuman's tail in cloth and to set it on fire. With his tail burning, Hanuman escaped and hopped from house-top to house-top, setting Lanka on fire. He then flew back to Rama to tell him where Sita was. Rama, Lakshmana and the monkey army built a causeway from the tip of India to Lanka and crossed over to Lanka where a cosmic battle ensued. Rama killed several of Ravana’s brothers and eventually confronted the ten-headed Ravana. He killed Ravana, freed Sita and after Sita proved here purity, they returned to Ayodhya where Bharata returned the crown to him.




Conclusion :Bharat had two sons, Taksha and Pushkala. The former founded Taksha-sila, to the east of the Indus, and known to Alexander and the Greeks as Taxila. The latter founded Pushkala-vati, to the west of the Indus, and known to Alexander and the Greeks as Peukelaotis. Thus the sons of Bharat are said to have founded kingdoms which flourished on either side of the Indus river in the fourth century before Christ.

Lakshman had two sons, Angada and Chandraketu. The former founded the kingdom of Karupada, and the latter founded the city of Chandrakanti in the Malwa country.

Satrughna had two sons, Suvahu and Satrughati. The former became king of Mathura, and the latter ruled in Vidisha.

Rama had two sons, Lava and Kusa. The former ruled in Sravasti, which was the capital of Oudh at the time of the Buddha in the fifth and sixth centuries before Christ. The latter founded Kusavati at the foot of the Vindhya mountains.

In the fulness of time, Rama and his other brothers left Ayodhya, crossed the Sarayu, surrendered their mortal life, and entered heaven.

Ali Baba And Forty Thieves

Ali Baba, a poor woodcutter was in the forest when he saw forty thieves stop in front of a cave.

The leader said “Open Sesame!” and before Ali Baba’s amazed eyes the sealed mouth of the cave magically opened and the men disappeared inside. To come out and close the entrance, the leader said “Close Sesame” and the cave sealed itself once more. Trembling with excitement Ali Baba waited till the thieves had left and then entered the cave after saying the magic words. To his delight he found lots of treasure.

Ali Baba told his brother Kasim about the wondrous cave. Kasim set off to get some treasure for himself too. Sadly, he forgot the words to leave the cave and the thieves killed him. Ali Baba discovered his brother’s body in the cave. With the help of a slave girl called Morgiana, he was able to take Kasim’s body back home and bury it.

Realising that someone else knew about their cave the thieves tracked Ali Baba down. The leader, disguised as an oil seller stayed with Ali Baba. He had brought along mules loaded with forty oil jars containing the other thieves. Clever Morgiana knew who the oil seller really was and poured boiling oil into the jars killing the other thieves. While dancing in front of the leader of the thieves Morgiana stabbed him. Ali Baba was saved and lived happily ever after.




Conclusion : If I were rich ali baba though I give my people and even rich you should also need to work and you do not be stingy with your neighbor and we should share with others and he did not boast to other people and not selfish

“THE HANDS OF THE BLACKS”

I can‘t remember now how we got onto the subject, but one day Teacher said
that the palms of the black‘s hands were much lighter than the rest of their 
bodies because only few centuries ago they walked around on all fours, like wild 
animals, so their palms were‘nt exposed to the sun, which made the rest of 
their bodies darker and darker. Ithought of this when Father Cristiano told 
us after cathechism that we were absolutely hopeless, and that even the 
blacks were better than us,and he went back to this things about their 
hands being lighter, and said it was like thatbecause they always went about 
their hands folded together, praying in secret. I thought this was so funny, this thing 
of the black hands being so lighter, that you should see me now- I don‘t let go of 
anyone, whoever they are, until they tell me why they think that   the palms of the black
‘s hands are lighter.Dona Dores, for instance told me that God made theirhands lighter 
like that so they they would‘nt dirty the food that they made for their masters, or 
anything else that they were ordered to do that had to be kept quite clean.
Senhor Antunes, the Coca Cola man, who only comes to the village now and again 
when all the cokes in the cantina have been sold, said to me that everything I had 
been told was a lot of baloney. Of course I don‘t know if it was really,but he assured
me it was. After I said yes, all right, it was baloney, then he told me what he knew
about this things of the black‘s hands. It was like this:-  Long ago, many years 
ago, God, our Lord Jesus Christ, the Virgin Mary, St. Peter, many other saints,
all the angels were in heaven then, and some of thepeople who had  died and 
gone to Heaven- they all had a meeting and decided to make blacks. Do you know how? 
They got  hold of some clay and pressed it into some second- hand moulds. And to bake 
them of the creatures, they took themto heavenly kilns. Because they were in a hurry and 
there was no room next to the fire, they hung them in the chimneys.Smoke, smoke, 
smoke- and there you have them, black as coals. And now do you want to know why 
their hands stayed white? Because their hands are tied. When he had told me this 
Senhor Antunes and the other men who were around us were very pleased and then 
all burst out laughing. That very same day, Senhor Frias called me after Senhor 
Antunes hadgone away, and told me everything I had heard from them there 
had been just pack of lies. Really and truly, what heknew about the black‘s hands 
was right, that God finished making men and told them to bathe in a lake in heaven. 
Afterbathing the people were nice and white. The blacks, well, they were made very early
in the morning, and at this hour the water in the lake was very cold, so they only wet 
the palms of their hands and the soles of their feet before dressing andcoming into 
the world.But I read in a book that happened to mention it, that the black hands 
are lighter like this because they spenttheir lives bent over, gathering the white 
cottons of Virginia and I don‘t know where else. Of course, Dona 
Estifaniadid‘nt agree when I told her this. According to her, it‘s only because their hands 
became bleached with all that washing. Well, I don‘t know what to think about all these,
 but the truth is that no matter how calloused and cracked they maybe, a black‘s 
hand are always lighter than all the rest of him. And that‘s that! My mother 
is the only one who must be rightabout this question of a black‘s hands being 
lighter than the rest of his body. On the the day that we were talking aboutit, I was
telling her what I know about the question, and she just could‘nt stop laughing. What 
I thought was strange wasthat she did‘nt tell me at once what she thought 
about all this, and she only answered me when she was sure that I would
‘nt get tired of bothering her about it. And even then she was crying and 
clutching herself around the stomach who had laugh so much that it was quite 
unbearable. What she said was more or less this: ― God made Blacks because
they had to be. They had to be, my son. He thought they really had to be…Afterwards, 
He regretted having made thembecause other men laughed at them and took them 
off to their homes and put them to serve as slaves or not muchbetter. But 
because He could‘nt make them all be white, for those who were used to seeing blacks 
would complain, Hemade it so that the palms would exactly like the palms of other men. 
And do you know why that was? Of course, youdon‘t know, and it‘s not surprising, 
because many, many people don‘t know. Well, listen: It was to show that whatmendo is only 
the work of men…That what men do is done by hands that are the same- hands of people
who, if they hadany sense, would know that before anything else they are men. He must be 
thinking of this when He made the hands of the blacks be the same as the hands of 
those men who thank God they are not black! After telling me all this, my mother kissed my hands.
As I ran off into the yard to play ball, I thought that I hadnever seen a person cry so 
much when nobody had hit them.


That is a proof in this world we had an a simillarities in our society even if you are black
anything else what is your race in your life because in the eyes of god we are equal to everyone

The Story Of Aged Mother

                                                                  Long,long ago there lived at the foot of the mountain a poor farmer and his aged, widowed mother. They owned a bit of land which supplied them with food, and their humble were peaceful andhappy.Shining was governed by a despotic leader who though a warrior, had a great and cowardly shrinking from anything suggestive of failing health and strength. This caused him to send out a cruel proclamation. The entire province was given strict orders to immediately put to death all aged people. Those were barbarous days, and the custom of abandoning old people to die was not common. The poor farmer loved his aged mother with tender reverence, and the order filled his heart with sorrow. But no one ever thought a second time about obeying the mandate of the governor, so with many deep hopeless sighs, the youth prepared for what at that time was considered the kindest mode of death. Just at sundown, when his day’s work was ended, he took a quantity of unwhitened rice which is principal food for poor, cooked and dried it, and tying it in a square cloth, swung and bundle around his neck along with a gourd filled with cool, sweet water. Then he lifted his helpless old mother to his back and stated on his painful journey up the mountain. The road was long and steep; then arrowed road was crossed and recrossed by many paths made by the hunters and woodcutters. In some place, they mingled in a confused puzzled, but he gave no heed. One path or another, it mattered not. On he went, climbing blindly upward – ever upward towards the high bare summit of what is known as Obatsuyama, the mountain of the “abandoning of aged”. The eyes of the old mother were not so dim but that they noted the reckless hastening from  one path to another, and her loving heart grew anxious. Her son did not know the mountain’s many paths and his return might be one of danger, so she stretched forth her hand and snapping the twigs from brushes as they passed, she quietly dropped a handful every few steps of the way so that they climbed, the narrow path behind them was dotted at frequently intervals with tiny piles of twigs. At last the summit was reached. Weary and heart sick, the youth gently released his burden and silently prepared a place of comfort as his last duty to the loved one. Gathering fallen pine needle, he made a soft cushion and tenderly lifting his old mother therein, he wrapped her padded coat more closely about the stooping shoulders and with tearful eyes and an aching heart said farewell. The trembling mother’s voice was full of unselfish love as she gave her last injunction. “Let notthine eyes be blinded, my son. A” She said. “The mountain road is full of dangers. LOOK carefully and follow the path which holds the piles of twigs. They will guide you to the familiar way fartherdown”. The son’s surprised eyes looked back over the path, then at the poor old, shriveled hands all scratched and soiled by their work of love. His heart smote him and bowing to the grounds, he cried aloud: “oh, Honorable mother, thy kindness thrusts my heart! I will not leave thee. Together we will follow the path of twigs, and together we will die!”Once more he shouldered his burden (how light it seemed no) and hastened down the path,through the shadows and the moonlight, to the little hut in the valley. Beneath the kitchen floor was a walled closet for food, which was covered and hidden from view. There the son his mother,supplying her with everything needful and continually watching and fearing. Time passed, and he was beginning to feel safe when again the governor sent forth heralds bearing an unreasonable order, seemingly as a boast of his power. His demand was that his subject should present him with a rope of ashes. The entire province trembled with dread. The order must be obeyed yet who in all shining could make a rope of ashes?One night, in great distress, the son whispered the news to his hidden mother. “Wait!” she said. “Iwill think. I will think” On the second day she told him what to do. “Make rope twisted straw,” she said. “Then stretch it upon a row of flat stones and burn it there on the windless night. ” He called the people together and did as she said and when the blaze and died, behold upon the stones with every twist and fiber showing perfectly. Lay a rope of whithead ashes. The governor was pleased at the wit of the youth and praised greatly, but he demanded to know where he had obtained his wisdom. “Alas! Alas!” cried the farmer, “the truth must be told!” andwith deep bows he related his story. The governor listened and then meditated in silence. Finally he lifted his head. “Shining needs more than strength of youth, ” he said gravely. “Ah, that I should have forgotten the well-know saying, “with the crown of snow, there cometh a wisdom!” That very hour the cruel law was abolished, and custom drifted into as far a past that only legends remain.

Conclusion: The Aged Mother is a story of the wisdom of the elderly and the power of love . In the end the young son was able to save his mother's life by seeking his guidance and wisdom . and she helped her mother and takes care of him . and the elderly mother was thrown from the mountain and his son disobeyed him empiror Because he loves him.

Lesson: we should love our mother even though she was old and look after them in old age and help and we should respect it and not turn away the adults and we do not answer this answer and we must respect them