Never forget who you are – Very nice inspirational story
Latiff was the poorest beggar of the village. Every night he slept in the hall of a different house, in front of the town square.
Every day he had a short rest under a different tree, with a widespread hand and a far away look in his thoughts. Every evening he would eat the alms or the crusts that some charitable person brought over to him.
Without embargo, in spite of his aspect and the way his days happened, Latiff was considered by all to be the wisest man of town, perhaps not so much because of his intelligence, but by what he had lived.
One sunny morning the king appeared in the...
Latiff was the poorest beggar of the village. Every night he slept in the hall of a different house, in front of the town square.
Every day he had a short rest under a different tree, with a widespread hand and a far away look in his thoughts. Every evening he would eat the alms or the crusts that some charitable person brought over to him.
Without embargo, in spite of his aspect and the way his days happened, Latiff was considered by all to be the wisest man of town, perhaps not so much because of his intelligence, but by what he had lived.
One sunny morning the king appeared in the...
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