Long, long ago there lived a very kind and generous man in Yemen. Yemen was a province in Arabia. The name of that man was Hatem Tai. He was not rich. But he was very hospitable. People loved him. They praised him more than their king. So the king wanted to have him removed from the world.
Sheikh Saadi was a famous poet, an earnest devotee and a great saint. His thirst for knowledge was unbounded and he travelled far and wide. He was held in high esteem by all for his wisdom, learning and piety.
Long ago, there was a king in Bengal. His name was Ghiasuddin Azam Shah. His capital was at Sonargaon near Dhaka. He was very just and kind.
The king was fond of hunting. One day he was practicing archery beside a forest. By chance, an arrow pierced a boy. The boy instantly died. He was the only son of a widow. The widow was very much shocked. She went to the Quazi, told him everything and prayed for justice.
Once upon a time, there was a king in champa nagar. His name was Chandrapir, Sulochona was his queen. They had a very beautiful daughter. His name was Tribhuban Sundari. Many princes proposed to marry her. But she could not like any one. She would marry a youth, who should be learned, intelligent and strong.
Humayun had been defeated many a time by Sher Shah. After his defeat at Chausha Humayun fled towards Agra. He stopped for a short while at Agra and Delhi. Then he left for Lahore. He arrived at Lahore after a long journey. Here all his nobles had already come together. They sat together and talked over plans for getting back their lost kingdom.
Long long ago a turtle lived in a pond at the foot of a hill. One day two young wild geese came to the pond and saw the turtle. They soon became great friends.
Babu lived in a village of Bangladesh. He was a school-boy. There was a canal on his way to school. An old bridge was over that canal. It was useful to one and all of villagers. Yet none cared for its repair. So one day it broke down and caused a good deal of hardship to the villagers.
Mokdum was a Fakir. He had a stick in one hand and a Tasbeh in the other. His eyes were bright and his sight was deep and keen. He used to eat whatever he got. He passed his night anywhere his night came. He spread his blanket there and lay on it. Sometimes, he spent the entire might in prayer.
Once upon a time there lived a cobber in a village He worked and sang from morning till night. Each day’s work brought square meals for himself and his family. He knew no want, knew no sorrow. He was as happy as a lark.
Hazrat Omar (R) was the second Caliph of the Arab Republic. He ruled from 634. A. D. to 644 A. D. He was a good soldier and wise ruler. He defeated the Emperors of Persia and Rome and made his kingdom very large.