What is in it that the hand that gives happiness gives a little pain?

- Mist became Moti- Kumarapala Desai

Sultan Mahmud Ghazni was constantly haunted by the fear of his enemies. He was afraid that he would fall asleep and be attacked and killed. Do not poison any food or drink!

Such a frightened sultan himself does not even trust Anne Begum. He would not let anyone sleep in the bedroom at night, but he trusted a servant. The servant tasted it before Mahmud took the food. The servant drank before he drank. He slept near the Sultan at night.

One day the Sultan went hunting and forgot the way. I was very hungry and got a fruit. The sultan immediately cut it and went to eat a slit, but the servant stopped him and gave the slit to the servant. The servant asked for another slice of fruit.

It occurred to the Sultan that if the fruit was not poisonous, it would not matter if he ate it himself, but the servant gave it to Kam, who wanted a second slit, and the servant asked for a third slit. It happened to the Sultan that now the limit is reached. But seeing the insistence and strong desire of the servant, the Sultan also gave a third rip. Immediately the servant demanded a fourth rip. No longer tolerated by the Sultan. He thought that the eternal servant seems to have forgotten today!

The sultan himself began to rip, there the servant took his hand. The sultan let go. It was like a poison in the mouth.

The Sultan wondered why this servant kept asking for one rip after another, despite such a bitter poison. Why did he keep showing happiness while eating every rip? Sultan Mahmud Ghazni asked him,

'Are you stupid? It was such a bitter poisonous fruit, but why did you want to rip it? '

The servant said, 'Sultan, you have eaten a lot of sweets so far. Got a baking dish made for you. What happens if you get a bitter dish once from the hand that got the delicious dish? Does it matter if the one who has given so much happiness gives a little sorrow? '

In the world, human beings do not calculate happiness, but add up the sorrows they get. He does not chew the joy he got, but he loves chewing the sorrows of the past.

When one gets happiness from God, one does not even remember it, but when one gets a little sorrow, one gets frustrated. This is the difference between a common man and a devotee. Ordinary human beings fall on God when a slight disaster strikes. While the devotee also considers disaster to be a blessing from God.