A bird's tale

Today we will tell you a story about a free bird, but unfortunately she fell captive in a golden cage. Let us read the story together, hoping that you will like it.

It was a little bird flying in the space of this vast universe, flying free and proud, dancing among the trees, swaying among the flowers, shining with its beauty, enjoying the most beautiful days of its childhood, smiling on its face, singing the most beautiful melodies, singing with joy carrying all hopes until it was who was once The days were flying in a wonderful forest, and suddenly a large, spacious cage with the most beautiful clothes crossed her path, decorated with the most wonderful colors and picturesque roses.

But here the story began, as she was told (this cage has been prepared for you and you must enter it). It is a must, for every bird has a cage similar to it, which it enters with pride and happiness. At first, she insisted on refusing, but God's will decreed for her to enter, and so it was.

When she entered, she fell into the largest of the walls, as the appearance of the cage was completely contradictory to what was inside it. She tried to get out quickly, but the door behind her was completely closed. She started crying and crying and crying, hoping that someone would pity her and break her captivity. long

She thought of escaping many times, but she often hesitated for fear of two little bulbuls who lived with her. She felt sorry for them and knew that she would not be able to separate them. Her affection for them prevented her from leaving them alone in the cage. Escaping them was one of the most difficult things she faced, so she sacrificed herself for them. So she lived through a tragedy that she had been accustomed to throughout her life. The thorns surrounded her from all sides, and the flames ignited at times and subsided at others. She tried to cope with her situation as best she could. She tried to make herself happy, but she failed. She was optimistic. She meditated, but to no avail. She was patient.

She no longer enjoyed life, youth, or food, even sleep left her eyelids. She slept with her heart awake, fearing for herself and for her future. She began to sing without melodies. She began to sing, regretting her situation. She sang until her voice became hoarse. Going out and challenging the difficulties that you will face, so she sought the help of God and began to plan seriously to leave the cage with the two little bulbuls. I resolved and relied on God. She faced thousands of hardships until the pains exceeded her strength, and the wounds exceeded her ability to bear her. For the good, and he should help her. She returned to tweeting her melodies. She returned to singing like a nightingale, with a more beautiful tone than her previous melodies.