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             The Child Teaches A Lot.

Amy asked why this ball is round. Ian bounced the ball in the air and thought. For the third time, Ghazal removed his face from his mobile phone and stared at Ian. Ian repeated his question for the fourth time. A five-year-old boy wanted his mother to be relieved of a mental illness. Ghazal, on the other hand, was being investigated on the likes and dislikes of his post on why so few likes came. She was looking at her friends' posts with frustration, which was full of likes. When he saw it in the message, Arif did not like it either. Ian looked down at his cell phone. He wanted to see who Amy had valued for so long. Ghazal scolded Ian for his frustration and frustration. 

"Do you keep trying to climb all the time? Go back. Ian looked at Amy and moved away a little. Then he picked up the ball and said, 'Amy. Why is the ball round? Ghazal looked at the ball and then looking at Ian, got up from the bed. If your father comes, ask him. I have to do the kitchen work. Ian went to the kitchen. I looked at my mother sadly. When Arif came back in the evening, Ian ran to the door. Abu Aage's voice was echoing in the whole house. Ghazal opened the door and when he saw Arif, his eyes touched his hands. But she returned empty-handed. 

Arif had not brought her hands free even today. Ghazal bit her lower lip and saluted and entered the kitchen. Ian was wrapped around Arif. Ian kissed Ian on the forehead. Arif said lovingly. (And what, what? My son today) Ian started thinking. He was just adding the words of his story to tell that Arif picked up his mobile and I started watching the upcoming video. Ian said Abu Abu twice, but Arif was so happy to watch the video that he forgot that he had asked any question to Ian. As soon as Ghazal had water, he looked at Arif and spoke angrily. Even today you have not brought hands free. I told you but Arif, while watching the video, lightly said "I am". Ian started looking at the mobile with Arif. Ghazal leaned over to see what Arif was looking at. 

Ian said pulling back the ghazal. Amy, don't back down. You are climbing on top of me. Ghazal felt a little embarrassed. He remembered that during the day he also scolded Ian. Ian said softly, "Abu, who made this mobile?" Arif looked at Ian and said some wise man, Ian asked again. And me Arif laughed and spoke. Allah Almighty Ian then asked, Abu, why is this ball round? Arif had started reading the new news on Facebook, he said angrily. This you ask your mom! Ian said angrily. Amy said should I ask you? Are you telling me to ask my mother? You both don't know, he threw the ball down the aisle and picked up Ghazal's mobile lying on the bed and said looking at Arif. Abu, I want the same. Arif turned his face away from his mobile phone and looked at Ian. Why? Ian said thinking. So that when you talk to me, 

I will also look at the mobile and tell you to ask my mother and when my mother says, I will ask Abu. Arif looked at the ghazal, the ghazal looked down in embarrassment. Arif was also embarrassed. Their own five-year-old embarrassed them in front of each other. Arif put his mobile on the side and said Ian what question were you asking. Ian was now looking at pictures taken on his mother's mobile two months ago at his grandmother's house. He said "yes" without looking at Arif. Arif glanced at the ghazal. Ian opened Facebook. Ghazal and Arif looked down to see what Ian was looking at. Someone posted on Facebook. Very beautifully written on the poster. Every small and big deed of a person comes back to him, keep reviewing every moment of your deed. 

Ian said looking at my mother. What is it written . Arif and Ghazal read the post in unison and kept looking at each other for a while. Ian looked at Arif and Ghazal in turn and smiled and said, "Ami Abu, you both don't understand what is written?" Yes no Yes no He was laughing out loud. Ghazal and Arif were looking at Ian seriously. Ian, however, was watching the next post. In which it was written Take advantage of every moment of awareness. Ian looked at my mother and said, "What is this, my mother?" Ian's finger was now on a new post. Arif had read the post before the ghazal. It was written in the post, the child teaches a lot. Ghazal said softly. 

True, this can be bypassed-but not unless you're a techie who knows what he's doing. He took Ian's mobile phone and placed it on his side and kissed her lovingly on the cheek. Ian embraced the ghazal. Arif picked up his mobile again for a moment and put it back after some thought. He was watching Ian and Ghazal playing with the ball. When the ball came towards him, Ian said to Zur, "Abu, come too." The ball was under the bed and so was Ian. Ian took out the ball and handed it to Arif. It had gone too far. Arif said smiling. That's why the ball is round. Ian said looking at the ball. Abu, why is this ball round? Arif showed the ball to Ian "The ball is round so that when it is thrown it goes far, we keep running to catch it," he said. Ian said. Oh okay . 

That's why she crawled under the bed. Ian looked at my mother and said to Zur, "You heard what Abu said." He shook his head again and said to himself. Amy didn't know why the ball was round. Ghazal looked at Ian, Arif and the ball and smiled. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. Play now. Ghazal said in his heart. The child teaches a lot.