Once there lived a nuclear family, in a tiny town. The parents had a son. One day, his mother found an extra eraser in his geometry box. She ignored the event. The boy began stealing the accessories in his school. He grew up and continued his actions. He turned into a ferocious thief of the city. All the inhabitants were puzzled and tormented by his deeds. The dwellers complained about him to the king. The king called that thief to summon himself in the court. The thief didn’t appear. The guards were sent to fetch out of his den. The king asked him the reason for his deeds, when was presented in the court. He didn’t utter a word. Several efforts were made, but all in vain. He was left to the jury. The bench of judges interrogated him, but again, he stood as stiff as a ramrod. The jury declared that he was guilty for his deeds and would be sentenced to death, next morning. He was asked about his last wish. The man opened his mouth and wished to see his mother. His mother stood before him. He lifted up a dagger, and incised his mother’s ear pinna. He asked his mother with a bold voice about the reason she didn’t interrogate him, when she saw the eraser in his bag for the first time. If she would have told him about the right and wrong, he would have been a better person. Then, he surrendered himself at the gallows.
Thus, if we do an act which is false, we might be hidden from the society, but Allah watches us, with keen eyes.