A Happy Man.

Once upon a time, there was a rich and famous sultan. He had embroided shirts and soft carpet. He owned a palace on the shores of Indian Ocean to catch the cool breeze. It was filled with jewel and silk from Arabia. The most expensive incense burned in the room whether he was there or not.

Despite all the great wealth, he was not happy yet he couldn't understand what's wrong.

He had many wives who bickered constatnly, sons who fought with each other constantly and daughters who sulked.

He could buy anything he could think of but he never felt happiness or contentment.

One morning, after a sleepless night, he called his servants and told them, " Go and search until you find a truly happy man. When u find such person, bring him to me, I want to talk to him.

The servants scoured the land and one day they notice a poor man singing as he pulled water from a tiny well for his one skinny camel. He hummed as he milked the breast and shared the tiny bit of milk with sultan's servants. Even with an empty stomach, he laughed and joked.

" Are you a happy man?" the servant asked.
" What is there to be unhappy about?" the man answered.
" Please sir, come with us to the sultan's place. He would like to meet you" One of the oldest servant said.

The poor man agreed and journeed from his village to the great city where the sultan lived. He had never seen anything like it. There are so many people, so many colours, so many things to smell and taste. Sultan entertained him richly with wonderful fruits and sweetmeats, gave a lavish banquet and presented him with embroided clothes.

" What is the secret of happiness?" the sultan asked pearched on soft pillows. The poorman didn't know what to say, his tongue tangled with his teeth and he couldn't talk. He didn't know what makes him happy- it was just the way he felt. Dissapointed sultan sent him away to his camel and milk bowl carved out of wood.

He never forget the wonder of the sultan's palace and he was never happy again.