The two friends

Once upon a time, at the very south land of Arabian peninsula named Yemen, there lived a boy named Abdul Jabbar, which means" He who rules". But he was neither a prince nor a king, just a normal street boy who cleaned a mosque in the center of the town. He had a friend who also a street kid was named Zahir, with the definition of "Empty soul". When the sun scorched the land of Arabian, Zahir woke up and walked together towards the mosque to clean. Once Zahir grabbed a mop, he cleaned or swept the floor and the walls as fast as he could that he finished his area in a very short amount of time. As Zahir walked out of the mosque, he saw his fellow friend Abdul lying on the staircase, singing cheerfully. Shocked by the scene, Zahir stood with a gasp. "Why aren't you working, Abdul?!" Zahir shouted with a harsh voice. He couldn't understand one single bit of his best friend Abdul. Blankly, Abdul looked up at the blue sky. "Calm yourself, Zahir. I'm just worried that you'll harm yourself of too much work. Even through you think I am lazy, I also work too." Zahir rapidly bumped his chest with his fist like an angry gorilla. "Abdul, think about your future. That little bit of work won't make you happy when you become an adult!"

"Richness wouldn't make you always happy, my friend," Abdul coughed. "Did you just say richness isn't the one that makes me happy? Do you want to be a beggar like the man near the Duala Street? Think about your future, Abdul! Someday, youll know that the richness makes a great impact on happiness. Youll see... Abdul gazed him sadly, as Zahir stumped out of the mosque and headed straight to the mayor's home to sweep the floor. Time flew like an arrow as they both became adults. Zahir became the richest man in the town. He lived in a mansion that's was as huge as the Sultan's palace, with full of servants and wore silk clothes came from the ancient China. However, Zahir wasn't happy. He felt blank in his heart and mind. One day, he had an idea. He tried to find his old friend Abdul to find the answer of the happiness. With excitement, Zahir searched the whole town and finally got the address. Abdul's house was made of mud with a small table, a small chair, and a small bed. Abdul himself wore torn clothe that sagged down to his elbow with muddy pants .But Zahir could see the happiness in his face. "Hello, my old friend. You changed a lot," greeted Abdul. As Zahir set down on a small nearby chair, Abdul started to boil water for some coffee. Zahir burst out his words as Abdul quietly set down.

"How can you be so happy? You have nothing, Abdul. And how can I be so happy like you?" asked Zahir with a hush voice. With a smile, Abdul slowly opened his mouth to speak. "Like I said in the past, money doesn't make happiness. Even through Im poor, you can still know by the smile on my face." Zahir suddenly had a feeling that something just smacked his back as he opened his eyes as wide as a squirrel. He finally found the meaning of the true happiness. Zahir slowly rose up from his chair. "My friend, I'm really sorry about what I yelled and treated you badly. It's just walk down the Abad street and talk about our lives." Abdul smiled brightly, " Of course, ( )my dear friend Zahir!" The sun felled down to the ground as the two friends walking down together towards the red sky.