My story : The Evil Whispers
One day a friend of mine told me
that there is a person who is in need and we had to help her. I decided to send
her some money. On the way back home I was thinking about the amount and means for
the money to be delivered. However I was so exhausted that i was not able to
make it when I arrived home. The next day, I forgot it as well due to several
other occupations. The day after it I thought that probably others have helped
her so far and she may not need my help anymore. As a matter of fact, other
friends have had helped her and the issue was solved. In retrospect, I think
someone was always whispering in my ears along the way to postpone it for later
“…someone else will help her and you will need your money…” I regret that I did
not help her as well as myself going with the tempting whispers. I think I had
to seek refuge from those evil whispers on the way to do good deeds.
Z.Motaki
