A little boy came running to Shivana (a thinker of pre-Islamic Iran) and said: My mother has decided to sacrifice my little, innocent sister at the feet of the great idol at the behest of the temple priest. give Please spare his life."
Shivana immediately reached the temple with the boy and what she sees is that the woman has tied the girl's hands and feet with ropes and is reading something with a knife in her hand and her eyes closed. Many people gathered around the woman and the priest of the idol was sitting proudly on a big stone near the idol and was watching it all. When Shivana approached the woman, he saw that she had immense love for her daughter and was repeatedly hugging and kissing her. But despite this, she also wants to sacrifice him for the sake of the idol of the temple.
Shivana asks her why she wants to sacrifice her daughter. The woman replied: "The priest has instructed me to sacrifice my dearest person for the pleasure of the idol in the temple so that the troubles in my life will be over forever." Shivana smiled and said: "But this girl is your dearest person? You have planned to kill her. The person who is dearest to you is this priest sitting on the stone, at whose request you A flower is determined to take the life of an innocent girl. This idol is not stupid, it wants to sacrifice your dearest person. If you sacrifice your daughter by mistake instead of the priest, don't let the idol do more than you. Be shocked and make your life hell."
After thinking for a while, the woman untied the girl's hands and feet and ran towards the priest with a knife in her hand. But he had already left there. It is said that since that day, that priest was never seen again in that area.
There is no greater sorrow than when someone we trust betrays us.
In this world, only knowledge has merit and the only sin is ignorance.
