He long ago, in a town, there lived a poor boy who was orphaned of these parents. He lived with his uncle and aunt. His uncle was very nice, but her aunt was a wicked witch, and mistreated.
One day, the uncle and aunt had a boy, they called Mujahid. The two children grew up together. Mujahid hated his cousin, who always kept him from playing with him. The Ashura festival arrived. Mujahid had many gifts, but his cousin had nothing, and it was much chagrined. When the guests arrived, the uncle asked his nephew to stay in the bathroom without making noise. The poor remained in the toilet, hungry all day. He asked his uncle some money to buy something, but he refused. When little would leave the house to take a walk, he found a piece of two hundred baisa. So he went to the bakery to buy bread. When he returned, his uncle saw him and he told her he had stolen his money, and drove him from the house. Our hero became a hobo, and as there was little he could not defend himself when the big mistreated. They stole his money and food. One day, a big bum, fought against him because he did not give him his money. The poor boy had injuries all over the body. A few days later, a man saw him in this condition, took him home, and his wife nursed him.
Finally, the boy lived with them a happy life.......