One day, on my way to Madrasah, I was possessed by an evil spirit which took me to the playground instead to the Madrasah. I felt little happier and clever, being able to deceive my mother. In the afternoon, I returned home with a heavy heart, but none told me a word.

Next day too, I dared to arrive soon at that playground with less fear. But nobody came to know and I was not to be abused at all in the afternoon. On the third day also, I decided to do the same. I could never understand that my mother was more clever than I and my whole naughty scheme was at the tip of her finger.

When I returned home in the afternoon pretending to be honest, then, to my utter surprise, I saw my mother standing inside the house just smiling ironically with a stick in her hand. Devoured by worries, I was brought back to reality. She immediately began to beat me remorselessly with that stick, saying only, "It's enough and no more, once and twice are excusable, but not thrice."

I was foolishly considering her to be a persecutor and a cruel mother. But now I realise that she was very affectionate to me, and only out of affection she beat me. I am identified now as one of the ideal students among Madrasah-fellows. My mother proudly told me once "To the best of my knowledge, you haven't fallen anymore into the hand of evil spirit since the day I administered a good beating on you."

Truly, I can not remember a single class I'd missed ever since. Similarly, my father has no flexibility about the education of her children. I am quite right in attributing my whole achievement to my parents who have been paying careful attention to my life since my early childhood.

They have devout wishes for my success in life. Thanks to Allah whose kindness always surrounds me. Best compliments to my parents too. May Allah give them a long happy and healthy life and fulfil their long cherished hopes.