Epic Stories Library

 The Crocodile Who Was the Keeper of Rain. Long ago, in a dry place where rivers flowed quietly, there lived a large crocodile. This crocodile was no ordinary one. Its skin shone like gold in the sun, and its eyes were very wise. It lived in the deep waters of a large river, which was the lifeblood of the area. This crocodile was not only a powerful animal, but also the keeper of rain. Every year, when the land dried up and the people were thirsty for water, the elders of the village would do an old job by the river. They would sing old songs, throw things into the river, and offer fruit and honey. Then, this crocodile would come out of the river, listen to them, and decide when the rain would come. But one day everything changed. One year, the rain came very late. The fields dried up, the rivers dried up, and the people began to worry. When they had gathered at the river and done their work, the crocodile came out—he looked bigger and more arrogant than ever. He didn’t make a...

 Wife's questions should be translated from the heart, not the mind. Wife : Do you love me?  Logical answer: If there was no love, why would I get married Correct answer : I don't love anyone as much as I do you. Even if time goes back, I will still choose you Wife : I am very tired, my back hurts Logical answer : Maybe it is because of sleeping under the fan or AC Correct answer : May Allah give you health, let's go to the doctor, I am worried about you Wife : I have bought a new dress Logical answer : Congratulations Correct answer : I knew everything suits you, let's see how you look Wife : I want to be alone for now Logical answer : Okay, as you wish Correct answer: As long as I am here, you can never be alone Wife : I am going out with my sister-in-law Logical answer : Don't be late Correct answer : Have fun, take care of yourself and try to come early Wife : Nothing happened Logical answer : Okay, okay Correct answer : I know your mood Tell me what is botheri...

 Take a closer look… It was October 1973, during the holy month of Ramadan, and Israel was unleashing devastation upon the Palestinians. Pakistan’s Prime Minister, Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, made an extraordinary decision—he dispatched 16 highly trained Pakistan Air Force pilots to assist in the war against Israel. This mission was extremely secretive. The pilots were informed that if they were martyred or captured, the Pakistani government would not take responsibility for them. Bhutto had already taken Syrian President Hafez al-Assad into confidence and shared the entire plan with him. The Pakistani pilots first secretly arrived in Baghdad, and then were moved covertly to the Dumayr military airbase near Damascus. Of the 16, eight brave Pakistani pilots were sent on to Egypt. The Syrian Air Force assigned the Pakistani unit the identity of Squadron 67A, and exactly 36 hours after Bhutto’s decision, the Pakistani pilots were in the cockpits of old Soviet-made MiG-21 F-13 aircraft. The c...

 In a village, there lived a veiled woman  whose demand was that she would marry someone who would keep her veiled  a young man agreed to the marriage on this condition  the two got married. Time passed until they had a son.  one day the husband said that I work in the fields all day. I have to come home to eat, which is a waste of time, you should take the food to the fields for me  the wife agreed.  as time passed, another son was born  to which the husband said that it is difficult to live now, you will have to join me in the fields  thus she went from veiled to semi-veil  and on the birth of the third son, her husband brought her to complete veiling  time passed until the children grew up  one day, sitting like this, the husband started laughing  the wife asked the reason  he said that when she was older, you used to wear veils, but finally your veil was removed. What is the difference between veil and nakedness?...

  "The Hidden History of ‘Dhobi Ka Kutta’: Unraveling the Misunderstood Proverb & Its Ancient Roots"   **The Surprising Origin of “Dhobi Ka Kutta”: It Was Never About a Dog!**   The proverb **“Dhobi ka kutta, na ghar ka na ghaat ka”** (The washerman’s dog belongs neither to the home nor the riverbank) is commonly used to describe someone or something that doesn’t fit anywhere. For generations, the word **“kutta”** (dog) was taken literally, conjuring imagery of a stray dog torn between two places. However, recent linguistic and historical insights reveal a startling twist: the phrase was *never* about a dog at all!   ### The Misinterpretation: How “Kutta” Stole the Spotlight   The confusion stems from a linguistic evolution. The original word was **“katka”** (कत्का or کتکہ), referring to a **heavy wooden bat** or paddle used by washermen (*dhobis*) to beat clothes clean at riverbanks (*ghats*). Over time, “katka” morphed into “kutta” (कुत...

 The Spinning Wheel Allegory: A Dialogue on Divine Existence and Cosmic Order A scholar saw an old woman spinning a charkha and said, "Old woman! Have you spent your entire life spinning, or have you ever recognized your God?" The old woman replied, "My dear, I have seen everything in this very spinning wheel." The scholar then asked, "Tell me, does God exist or not?" She answered, "Yes, God is present every moment, both day and night." The scholar inquired further, "But what is the evidence?" The old woman replied, "My evidence is this spinning wheel." The scholar questioned, "How so?" She explained, "It works in such a way that as long as I keep it spinning, it continues to move steadily, and when I let go, it stops. Just as this small charkha requires someone to operate it continuously, so too must the vast wheels of the Earth, sky, Moon, and Sun require a mover. As long as the mover keeps them running, they ...

Final Farewell: A Transgender Child’s Last Letter to His Mother Dear Mother, I was only nine or ten years old when Father dragged me out of our home, leaving me abandoned on the streets. I screamed and cried out for you, but you lay motionless, frozen in fear. The only thing that flowed freely were your tears—tears that dared not stop even in the face of Father’s furious wrath. Every drop was proof of your deep discontent with his actions, yet you were forced to submit to his every demand. When Father lost control, the barbs of neighbors, the taunts of relatives, and the accusing stares of society became unbearable. With his worn-out, dark leather sandals, he would lash out at my tender skin. I would flee towards the only refuge I knew—a cold storage room that became my sole sanctuary. In those nights of punishment, you would stealthily come, embracing me and soothing my wounds with the modest fabric of your scarf. You would hold me close for hours, gently pacifying me with your quiet,...