He came to steal.
But he left with a clean heart.
In a quiet village lived a blind old man.
He had no family.
No one to care for him.
Every day, he sat outside his small hut
and begged for food.
People gave him little.
Still, he always smiled and said:
“God gives me enough.”
One dark night, a poor thief entered the village.
He had not eaten for two days.
He saw the blind man’s hut.
“This will be easy,” he thought.
The thief quietly stepped inside.
He began searching for money.
Suddenly, the blind man spoke softly:
“Who is there?”
The thief froze.
“I know someone is here,”
the blind man continued calmly.
“You may take whatever you want.
But please don’t take my peace.”
The thief’s hands began to shake.
He found a small box.
Inside it were a few coins.
That was all the blind man had.
The thief felt a heavy pain in his chest.
“I came to steal from a blind man,”
he whispered.
Tears rolled down his face.
He placed the coins back in the box.
He went near the blind man and said:
“I am a thief.
I came to steal from you.
But I cannot do it.”
The blind man smiled gently.
“Then you are not a thief anymore,”
he said.
The thief fell to his knees and cried.
That night, he left the village.
He never stole again.
Years later, he returned.
He built a new hut for the blind man.
And took care of him like a son.
He had learned one truth:
Conscience is louder than hunger.
🌟 MORAL
A guilty conscience can turn even a thief into a good human being.
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