Salty Coffee|قهوه شور



A young man spent lots of time in his favorite cafe and always kept an eye on a girl that he thought would be his perfect match. He finally dared to ask the girl if she’d let him buy a coffee for her and shared the table with her.


He was so happy and excited that he accidentally grabbed the salt by mistake and poured it into his coffee. The girl looked at him with shocked eyes, wondering what he was going.



Realizing what he had done, the young man didn’t want to have a weird first date impression, so he told her; “I grew up in a town surrounded by the sea and salty coffee reminds me of my childhood.”

The young couple fell in love after some time and got married.


Every time he wanted to drink a coffee, she stirred two teaspoon of salt in it to continue reminding him of his childhood.


Forty years passed and they lived happily in love until the husband got sick and was on his death bed. He told his wife that he had a confession to make.


He said: “I’m so sorry to say that I lied to you for forty years. I poured salt into my coffee accidentally on our first date. And when I saw your shocked face I made up a story so you wouldn’t think I am a fool. But you continued to pour salt into my coffee out of love and care.


I always hated the salty coffee, but the beautiful way you looked into my eyes when I sipped my awful tasting coffee made me drink it for forty years.


I would have continued drinking it for a million years just to see you look at me that way over and over again.”







What Is Your Job?|شغل شما چیست؟



Once a friend, who is a successful pediatric Doctor was sharing an effective memory of his.


He said;

I was coming out of a bank very happy because I had just deposited a great amount of money out of my hard work.


In those days, there were no cell phones to make a phone call while you were out, you had to use public phones.


I didn’t have any change so I decided to get some change from the guy who had a little shop on the street. A not-so big cloth was spread on the ground with some batteries, and other small things.


I really didn’t need any of those things so I approached him and said: “Sorry, can I get some change please, I need to make a phone call,” and showed him my bill.


He smiled and gave me a coin from a separate jar and said: “No need to pay me, these coins are here for people who need to make a phone call. Just say ‘God bless.’”


Then I saw some other people taking coins from his jar and saying “God bless” and then going to the phone booth.

I asked the battery seller: “How much do you make to be able to donate this much money every day?!!”

He smiled and said: “I make $200 or more, and everyday I put $50 in the change jar. I’ve seen many people who’ve had to make a phone call and didn’t have change, so I decided to make this donation and help others this way. I make good money. I have enough to help others.”

I was so ashamed. I was embarrassed. This guy was making a little money and was donating one forth of it every single day, and I was making a fortune and had never done anything good for others.

I had to do something. His pure soul changed me.

From that day on I asked my in-need patients to pay me with a “God bless”.


What a great feeling and what a happy life I have had since.

GOD BLESS you my friend for teaching me how rich you were and how poor I was.



Extravagant Talks|خرافات


There was a very kind old lady helping my mother during our childhood by babysitting us.


She was very skinny with a long face full of deep wrinkles. You could easily get a sense that she had an extremely painful life.


We loved her and respected her a lot. My mother was very kind and generous to her as much as she possibly could. We called her “Nane Ali.”


She had her own beliefs. For instance, she never liked to take a picture or be in family photos. We really wanted to have a photo to remember her for ever but she always refused.


Years passed and we grew up. One day me and my sister decided to pay a visit to Nane Ali.


Nane Ali got very excited and hugged us. We talked about all her kindness and how honored we were to have her growing up, and how she was always like a grandmother to us.


She felt very pleased and blissful.

My sister asked her: “Nane Ali, how come you never let us take a picture with you? We would love to have a picture with you please.”

This time she didn’t refuse our request; she stood between us and we took some pictures together and some of her only.



Then she said: “The reason that I never took any pictures in my life was because I believed that I would be cursed and die the day after they take a picture of me.

We laughed and said: “Oh dear Nane these thoughts are nonsense, superstitious and just silly extravagant talks.”

She smiled and didn’t argue. We said our goodbyes and finished that wonderful day with a big hug.

The next day they informed us that Nane Ali passed away!

No Sympathy|بدون همدردی



Once upon a time in a distant land, people lived in peace and happiness.


They had a simple life with simple jobs. Everyone worked hard to make an honest living.


There lived a man whose job was to deliver letters from town to town by riding his horse.


One time, when he was on the road as his horse was galloping very fast, the man saw a person lying on the side of the road.


He slowed his horse down and stopped, got off his horse and approached the man lying on the muddy ground.

The injured man was covered in mud and didn’t look very well.

The rider first tried to give sympathy and find out where exactly he was injured.

In a split second, the injured man jumped up and ran as fast as the wind to the horse, hopped on him and rode away.


The messenger who was kind enough to care to stop and help an injured person beside the road got very sad and disappointed.


He screamed loud for the man to hear him: “I am not worried about you stealing my horse today. I am mad that when this story spreads, no one will ever help a human being who is actually in need on the road. No one will empathize with others. People will suffer and the world will go mad.”










Kids have the kindest hearts|بچه ها مهربانترین قلبها رادارند





In a very small village, there was a little school with two classes, one for boys and one for girls.



A very kind couple were the teachers of the school.


Kids in the school were underprivileged. The couple wanted to help a lot but they didn’t have much either. They wrote to the school boards asking for some help but none of their letters were taken seriously.



One day, they decided to give one prize to each class from their own pocket to the extent that they could afford.

They chose to give a complete outfit of a dress and shoes to one girl and a shirt, pants and shoes to one boy.



The teachers went to their class and announced: “Now that school is almost over, the board is gifting one set of clothing for your hard work. Please write down your names and drop them into this bag. We will be pulling out one name and the lucky person will get the clothing.”


All the students dropped their folded paper in the bag.

Both teachers brought all the students to the front yard to do the balloting.


First was the girls’ polling. Their teacher put her hand in the bag and shuffled. She brought one paper out. When she unfolded it, there was a big “Sima” written on it.

Sima got so excited and cried secretly.


Now it was boys’ turn. Their teacher did the same and took out a paper and unfolded it.

“Ali” was written on the paper. Ali was Sima’s brother. They both won the prize and were so happy. The kids were cheering for them.


All the students went home and the couple looked at each other and said: “What a coincidence!”

Sima and Ali were a little poorer and more broken than the others.

The couple got curious and emptied their bags to see the names.

Tears came to their eyes when they saw only “SIMA” was written on all folded paper of girls’ class, and “ALI” on all folded paper of the boys.

Even though all the kids were in need, they all knew Sima and Ali needed the clothes more.



Effective Connection|ارتباط تاثير گذار



A person who loved painting and drawing participated in a class of a famous painter. For years he worked hard by taking every advice and practicing a lot. One day, the famous painter said, “I taught you everything I know. You are a master now and you don’t need my help anymore.”


The student wanted to be sure so he drew a painting and then put it in the town square one morning with a note that said:

“If you can see an error in this painting, please put an ‘X’ on the spot.”


When he came back in the afternoon to pick up his painting, he was shocked.

The painting was covered with X’s all over. He was so disappointed by his work and decided to show it to his teacher, the famous painter.


He explained that he wanted to test himself.

When his teacher saw the painting he asked him, “What did your note say?”

The teacher then asked his student to draw the same painting again.

When the painting was ready, he asked the student to put it in the same spot in town, but this time with this note:

“Please, if you can see any error in this painting correct it with the available paints and brushes.” and left a set of brushes and colors on a table beside the painting.


When he came back to the painting, the painting wasn’t touched at all.


He took the painting to his teacher and said: “My painting has not been changed! How come people did not point out the errors this time?”


The teacher said: “People always criticise everything and point out flaws but they don’t have the courage to fix it.”


I Need Help!|!من به کمک نیاز دارم

A very hard-working and poor widow decided to find a way to talk to God.


She called the local radio station and said: “I have a message for God. Could you please send my demand to Him?”


The radio host thought she was joking around and said with laughter: “Be my guest, I will broadcast your message but I won’t promise that God listens to our radio station.”


The widow said: “God please hear my message and help me feed my children and be able to pay my outstanding rents.” She gave her name and address on broadcast.

A rich man heard her on the radio and said: “What a senseless woman. How could she believe that God listens to the radio and will send her money? Some people are very thoughtless. I can’t take it.”


He asked his employee to buy some food and supplies and also gave a good amount of money and said: “Go to the woman’s address and when she asked who sent the foods and money, tell her ‘Satan the devil’ sent her all these goods.”



The employee did as he was told and when he handed everything to the widow, she thanked God for hearing her and helping.


The employee said: “It was Satan who sent you all these great foods, supplies and money.”

She responded: “When God wants to help someone, he will even make the devil do the job.”