It was my mother who brought me here

A convict who was also a robber and had committed several murders was arrested, tried in court, and sentenced to death.

He was asked his last wishes before the execution.

So he said I have to meet my mother.

So his mother was called according to his wish.

When the mother went to see her son, she hugged him and started crying.

During this time a strange thing happened.

The son started biting the mother's ear hard with his teeth and the mother started running.

The mother was rescued with great difficulty.

Everyone there was amazed at his son's behavior.

And the robber was asked why he did that.

So this bandit narrated an incident of his childhood.

When I was little I was very naughty and used to annoy people but my mother would not say anything to me.

Once I stole something from a neighbor. The neighbor found out about it. He came to my house with a complaint. Instead of reprimanding me, my mother hid me behind her and started fighting with the neighbor. Honor is gone.

Although my mother knew very well that I had stolen, she did not say a word to me and she washed my face and began to feed me with her own hands.

From that day on, my spirits soared. First I became a thief, then a robber, then a murderer.

And it was my mother who brought me here.

If I had been told at the time that this was wrong, I would not be here today.

And then the robber was hanged.

And today, when I look around, I see the same kind of mothers.

The limit is that even if the teacher in the school scolds for any wrongdoing, then the complaint comes from home immediately and the school administration is more concerned about the fees and education of the children than the children. Teachers are asked to put their fingers in their mouths.

And I'm terrified of what kind of society we're going to see going forward.

We humbly pray to Allah Almighty to guide us and our future generations.