THE QUTAB MINAR

In Delhi, Sheikh went to see the Qutb Minar.

All the people standing there were looking up to see the very tall pillar like tower.

A man told them that King Qutbuddin had made this very tall tower called Qutab Minar.

It was made so that a priest could go on top of the building and shout out to the people of Delhi that it was time for prayers which they called 'aazaan'.

One person looking at the tall tower of the Qutab Minar wondered, "There were no cranes and machines. Then how did they construct this building?"

Another man started joking and said, "The people then must have been huge giants, so they made this tall tower easily. The giants would have carried the pillars and placed them one on the other. They must have built the Minar this way."

A third man laughed and joined in the fun, saying, "I think I know. They must have made the Qutab Minar flat on the ground and then straightened it."

But then Sheikh said very seriously, "I know how it was made. They must have dug a deep well and then turned it upside down" All the people burst out laughing at his stupidity.

PYJAMAS IN THE WELL

One morning, Sheikh's mother washed Sheikh's clothes and hung them to dry on the clothesline on the terrace.

After sometime a violent storm came. A very strong wind began to blow and there was a lot of dust everywhere.

Sheikh's mother shut all the doors and windows of her house.

Then she remembered that the washed clothes were upstairs, but she could not go out in the storm as it was very strong.

As soon as the storm stopped, the mother went upstairs to look for the washed clothes.

Unfortunately, all the washed clothes were lying strewn around in the mud.

She picked them up and came down and told Sheikh "I am glad that I have found all the clothes, but I am unhappy that your pyjamas have fallen into the well."

Sheikh said, "Mother, why are you unhappy? You should be happy."

"Why" asked his mother, surprised at what he was saying.

Sheikh replied, "See the positive side. What if I had been wearing the pyjamas? Then I too would have been inside the well but I am safe. So you should be happy to have such a wonderful son like me alive and kicking."

"If only you were so wonderful Sheikhu," sighed the mother.