I was the only son of my Parents so they did everything for me. I felt like a king. They offered me many things but i never said enough. I started to be rude with them but they always tolerated me. My parents asked me to do a little favour for them but i did not. I ignored them, thought they were not a part of my life. My friends wanted parents like mine but i said to them that my parents ask me to work, work and work while they did not. It was the Holy Month of Ramadan I felt a little bad about i lied to my friends but then it slipped my mind later. I ate like animals. At the time of Aftaar I invited my friends at my home. When they saw me eating without manners they started whispering things in each other’s ears. I felt bad about it. I wanted to buy an XBOX. I asked my Parents but for the first time they refused. I said in their face that i hate them and went in my room. I took a little nap. When i woke up the sun was about to rise. I was Hungry. I was amazed that my parents did not wake me up for Sehari. When i went in their room they were not there. I searched the whole house but could not find them. Then out the window i saw a strange person with creepy looking clothes. He had an axe in his hand which had blood dried on it as a cover. He smashed the door with it and came in i tried to hide in the cupboard but sighted me. He came running towards me. I was at a Rock's throw to call the police but he caught me with the neck and was about to Slice me in Two pieces. I suddenly realized that it was a nightmare. It taught me a very good lesson. Our parents help us throughout our life and we give them nothing in return So please friends Respect Your parents and Of Course, Respect Allah.