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Two Friends



Two men Sonu and Monu were on a voyaging ship. The ship wrecked during a storm at sea. Somehow both men were able to swim to a deserted island.


Both survivors were good friends, not knowing what else to do, they agreed to just pray to God and find out whose prayer was more powerful. For this they divided the territory between them and stayed on opposite sides on the island.


The first thing they prayed for was Food. Next morning Sonu saw a fruit bearing tree on his side of the island. He ate those fruits and felt good. On the other hand, the other side of the land remained barren.


After a week, Sonu felt that he was alone so he prayed for a wife. Again his wish was completed as just the next day another ship wrecked and only the woman survivor of that ship reached his part of the island. On the other hand, the second man (Monu) still had nothing.


Finally the first man prayed for the ship to rescue himself and his wife and leave the island. Next morning he saw a ship docked at his side of the island and boarded the ship with his wife.


He decided to leave his friend Monu on the island. He considered that he was not worthy to receive God’s blessings. Since there was nothing on the other side of the island, sonu concluded that none of his prayers has been answered.


As he was about to leave on a ship he heard a voice from the heavens, “Why are you leaving your friend on the island?”

Sonu replied, “My blessings are alone, since I prayed for them. His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything.”


Voice replied, “You are mistaken!! He had only one prayer which I answered. If not that, you wouldn’t have received any of my blessings.”

First man asked the voice, “Tell Me. What did he pray for that I should owe him anything?”


Voice replied, “HE PRAYED THAT ALL YOUR PRAYERS BE ANSWERED.”


Moral: For all we know, our Blessings are not the Fruits of our Prayers alone, but those of Another Praying for Us.

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