“He has honor if he holds himself to an ideal of conduct though it is inconvenient, unprofitable, or dangerous to do so.” Walter Lippmann
“Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself.” Lois McMaster Bujold
EXCERPTS FROM MY NEW BOOK ENTITLED "THE MAN OF HONOR"
After losing his parents, the three year old boy, Akbar, was utterly abandoned as if everybody was expecting him to vanish into thin air or go up in smoke. As time passed by, everybody got busy with their own lives and forgot about the little sweet boy who once was the crème of the crops and everyone’s apple of the eyes. Sometimes he didn’t eat for the whole day. He went out of the home in the morning and nobody even remembered where he was. Neighbors felt sorry for him and gave him food at times. While no one opened arms to embrace and look after him, Mother Nature took him under its wings. He learned from Nature to be kind, giving, happy, and free spirit. Birds taught him to sing, butterflies taught him to dance, ants taught him to struggle tirelessly to get what he wanted, and the farm watch dog taught him to be alert and faithful. Mother Nature spoke to him kindly through the whisper of the flowing river, gentle stroke of the morning breeze, and falling of the rain. When he was hungry, he went to the field and picked corn, tomato, apple, and whatever he could find and ate them with great appetite. His grandmother was too tired and too sad, and too sick to check on him regularly, but somehow knew that he could survive without her help. Some villagers believed that the little boy had an old soul.
Not having eaten anything all day, the smell of bread made his stomach growl. In the ground stove he could see small pieces of bread. As he bent down to pick a piece of bread, he fell into the hot stove. He shivered with pain when hot charcoal touched his legs and burned his skin. He was half conscious when a neighbor came to rescue him.
“Poor child!” Neighbors wondered. “Why do these people treat him with such cruelty?”
“Don’t expect to change anything in the military!” The commander told Akbar. “Be a good subordinate instead of being a rebel.” He added coldly. “Remember who to support.”
“But a lot of things are going wrong here, commander.” Akbar tried to convince him. “The lands were taken from the farmers by force; if we don’t defend their rights, then who will?”
Mary Selseleh
Painting by: Mahsan Ghazian
www.mahsanart.com
“Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself.” Lois McMaster Bujold
EXCERPTS FROM MY NEW BOOK ENTITLED "THE MAN OF HONOR"
After losing his parents, the three year old boy, Akbar, was utterly abandoned as if everybody was expecting him to vanish into thin air or go up in smoke. As time passed by, everybody got busy with their own lives and forgot about the little sweet boy who once was the crème of the crops and everyone’s apple of the eyes. Sometimes he didn’t eat for the whole day. He went out of the home in the morning and nobody even remembered where he was. Neighbors felt sorry for him and gave him food at times. While no one opened arms to embrace and look after him, Mother Nature took him under its wings. He learned from Nature to be kind, giving, happy, and free spirit. Birds taught him to sing, butterflies taught him to dance, ants taught him to struggle tirelessly to get what he wanted, and the farm watch dog taught him to be alert and faithful. Mother Nature spoke to him kindly through the whisper of the flowing river, gentle stroke of the morning breeze, and falling of the rain. When he was hungry, he went to the field and picked corn, tomato, apple, and whatever he could find and ate them with great appetite. His grandmother was too tired and too sad, and too sick to check on him regularly, but somehow knew that he could survive without her help. Some villagers believed that the little boy had an old soul.
Not having eaten anything all day, the smell of bread made his stomach growl. In the ground stove he could see small pieces of bread. As he bent down to pick a piece of bread, he fell into the hot stove. He shivered with pain when hot charcoal touched his legs and burned his skin. He was half conscious when a neighbor came to rescue him.
“Poor child!” Neighbors wondered. “Why do these people treat him with such cruelty?”
“Don’t expect to change anything in the military!” The commander told Akbar. “Be a good subordinate instead of being a rebel.” He added coldly. “Remember who to support.”
“But a lot of things are going wrong here, commander.” Akbar tried to convince him. “The lands were taken from the farmers by force; if we don’t defend their rights, then who will?”
Mary Selseleh
Painting by: Mahsan Ghazian
www.mahsanart.com