Badshah Aur Faqeer Ki Kahani
Bohat purani baat hai. Bohat dour daraz ke ilaqay mein aik badshah hukomat karta tha. Uska mahal sona, chaandi, zevar, nokar-chakar, har cheez se bhara tha. Lekin aik cheez uske paas nahi thi—sukoon.
Har raat jab wo apne sheeshay ke mahal mein sota, to chand ghanton mein hi uth jaata. Usay neend nahi aati thi. Din bhar khushi dikhata, lekin andar se bechain aur udaas rehta. Har tabib, har hakim ko bulaya gaya, lekin koi bhi iski bechaini ka ilaj na kar saka.
Ek din badshah ne apne wazir se kaha,
“Mujhe sukoon chahiye, warna mein pagal ho jaunga. Mujhe wooh dil ka sukon laa do jo sona, chandi, taqat aur taaj nahi laa sake.”
Wazir ne kaha,
“Aaqa, agar aap ijaazat dein to mein aik aise shakhs ka pata lagaon jiske paas asli sukoon ho.”
Badshah ne foran ijaazat di.
Wazir ne poore mulk mein log bheje aur chand din baad aik ajnabi faqeer ka pata chala jo sheher ke bahar aik jhuggi mein rehta tha. Na koi jaidaad, na paisa, na ghulaam, na maal—phir bhi uske chehray par hamesha noor hota, aur dil mein sakoon.
Wazir ne usay badshah ke paas bulaya. Faqeer qahqaha lagata hua aya, nafrat nahi, dar nahi. Wo badshah ke samne aise khara tha jaise koi ameer ghulam ke samne hota hai.
Badshah ne usay dekha aur kaha:
“Tere paas kuch nahi, lekin teri ankhoun mein sukoun hai. Tu muskurata kyun hai? Tujhe kis cheez ka sukoon hai?”
Faqeer ne muskara kar jawab diya:
“Badshah Salamat, mein Allah ke faislay se raazi hoon. Na kuch chahta hoon, na kuch chhinta hoon. Jo mila, shukar. Jo kuch nahin milaa, us mein bhii behtari samjhi.”
Badshah ne hairani se poocha:
“Mujhe bhi yeh sukoon chahiye. Batao, kya karun?”
Faqeer ne kaha:
“Aap ko sirf teen cheezen chhorni hongi: 1) Apni ‘Ana’ (ghuroor), 2) Apni ‘Hirs’ (lalach), 3) Apna ‘Gussa’.”
Badshah ne hans kar kaha:
“Agar mein yeh sab chhor doon, to mein badshah hi kahan rahunga?”
Faqeer ne muskara ke jawab diya:
“Isi liye to sukoon sirf faqeer ke paas hota hai, badshah ke paas nahi.”
Badshah ne kuch der socha, phir kaha:
“Tumhari baat mein kuch to baat hai. Lekin mujhe waqt chahiye.”
Faqeer ne jaate jaate kaha:
“Sukoon kisi bazaar mein nahi milta, badshah. Yeh andar se nikalta hai, jab insaan apne dil ko saf kar leta hai.”
Agla kuch arsa badshah chup raha, sochta raha. Usne dheere dheere apne andar ki khali jagahon ko bharna shuru kiya. Wo ghuroor chhorne laga, logon ki madad karne laga, ghareebon mein baantne laga. Usne apne gusse ko kabu mein lana seekha aur lalach ko daba diya.
Chand maheenon baad jab wo dobara usi faqeer ke paas gaya, to uska chehra chamak raha tha. Usne kaha:
“Faqir, aaj mein raat ko sukoun se sota hoon. Na dard, na darr. Yeh tumhara diya hua raasta tha.”
Faqeer ne usay dekha aur kaha:
“Nahi badshah, sukoon maine nahi diya—tumne khud paaya. Bas raasta dikhaya gaya tha.”
Moral Story in Hindi:
Zindagi ka asli sukoon maal-o-daulat ya taqat mein nahi hota. Sukoon un logon ke paas hota hai jo Allah ke har faislay ko qabool karte hain, jin ka dil naram hota hai, aur jo apne andar ki khudgarzi, lalach aur ghuroor ko chhor dete hain.
Aaj agar aap bhi bechain hain, to zara apne andar jhaank kar dekhiye. Shayad sukoon kisi aur se nahi, khud se milta hai.
The King and the Beggar
Long ago, in a distant land, there lived a mighty king who had everything a man could desire—gold, silver, grand palaces, countless servants, and immense power. But there was one thing he didn’t have: inner peace.
Every night, he lay down in his luxurious bed, but would wake up after a few hours, restless and uneasy. During the day, he appeared cheerful, but deep inside, he felt anxious and empty. He called every doctor and healer in the land, but no one could cure his sleeplessness or his unease.
One day, the king said to his minister,
“I need peace, or I will go mad. Bring me the peace that neither gold nor silver nor a throne could give me.”
The minister replied,
“Your Majesty, if you allow, I will find someone who truly has peace in their heart.”
The king gave his permission at once.
The minister sent messengers across the kingdom. After a few days, they discovered a wandering beggar who lived in a small hut outside the city. He owned nothing—no land, no wealth, no servants—but his face always glowed with joy and calmness.
The minister invited the beggar to the palace. The beggar arrived laughing, without fear or hesitation. He stood in front of the king with such confidence, it felt as if he were the ruler and the king his subject.
The king looked at him and asked,
“You have nothing, yet your eyes show peace. Why do you smile? What gives you peace?”
The beggar smiled and replied,
“Your Majesty, I am content with whatever God gives me. I neither desire anything nor fear losing anything. If I receive something, I’m grateful. If I don’t, I trust there’s good in that too.”
The king was astonished.
“I want that peace too. Tell me—how do I find it?”
The beggar said,
“You only need to give up three things: 1) Your pride, 2) Your greed, and 3) Your anger.”
The king laughed,
“If I give up all that, how will I still be a king?”
The beggar calmly said,
“That is exactly why peace is found in the hearts of beggars, not kings.”
The king was silent. After a moment he said,
“There is truth in your words. But I need time.”
As the beggar walked away, he said,
“Peace is not bought in markets, Your Majesty. It is discovered within, when a man purifies his heart.”
Over the next few months, the king pondered the beggar’s words. Slowly, he began to change. He let go of his arrogance. He started helping the poor, sharing his wealth, and listening more. He began controlling his temper and overcoming his greed.
After several months, the king returned to see the beggar. This time, his expression reflected true serenity and happiness. He said,
“Beggar, now I sleep peacefully. I feel no fear, no burden. It was your path that led me here.”
The beggar smiled and said,
“No, King. I didn’t give you peace—you found it yourself. I only showed you the way.”
Moral of the Story:
True peace doesn’t lie in riches or power. It lies with those who accept life as it comes, who trust in the wisdom of the Almighty, who forgive, and who free themselves from pride, greed, and anger.
If you too are restless, look within yourself.
Perhaps the tranquility you seek isn’t in the world around you—it has always lived within you.
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