One day a young man asked the wise man in his village:
‘Please our wisest, tell us; who can be the dearest, the closest to the heart: your brother or your friend?’
The wise man looked at the questioner and said: ‘My brother,’ and paused, ‘when he becomes my friend,’ he added and left.
I agree.
Wishing you all the best,
Nahla
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I love the story, Nahla! I do have a sister who is my friend. Now my daughter is my friend also. How old is your daughter?
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Thanks, Miriam so much. My daughter is 6 years old.
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Oh, Nahla, it’s a precious age.
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A very beautiful little story Nahla, Friendship is most precious.. ❤ and Treasured.. ❤
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I’m glad you liked it, Sue. Thanks so much
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I did, it reminded me we may have many bothers or sisters, but some which may not be our friends.. While often we have friends, that our like our sisters and brothers… A deep thought.. ❤
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Yes, that’s it. sometimes, brothers and sisters are so far not just in distance but also in thought.
I remembered this story and liked to share; it is from the Arabic heritage.
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It is wonderful…. And more should read it and take it to their hearts ❤ Thank you for sharing it .. ❤
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