Once upon a time, there was a poor boy lived in the village named "Haris" and there was also a tree far away from the village, the tree was Haris’s best friend. In his childhood he played with tree and do arrow shooting to his enemy from the branches of the tree. When he got injured by stones and other things, he pasted the tree's leaves on his worn and when he got tired he slept on the branches of the tree. When he was young he was passing from the tree so the tree shouts "Play with me Haris play!”. He replied "How can I play with you I have to give food to my younger siblings", tree said "This is no big problem break my fruits and give it to your young siblings". He broke down fruits of the tree and went to his home and gave them fruits. Haris was now a young man. He met the tree and said about his problem. "I have no money for my wife and children" so the tree replied, "Cut my branches and sell it to in the market so you can earn money for your family". He cut the branches of the tree and went market for selling them so he can earn money. The tree always helps Haris in every matter and it is we call "The friend in need is the friend indeed" (Translated from Urdu)
I absolutely agree with you Alina because i have read this story many times.I don't understand that how in the world that he become the winner of October.Don't think i am jealous of you.Though its a wonderful story it is completely copied.You write something of your own imagination man,Not copied.I hope my story will be published.