Abdur Rahman is a rickshaw puller. He is very poor. Every day
he has to work hard to maintain his family. One day, while he was pulling a
rickshaw, a gentleman got on his rickshaw. The man reached the destination and
paid him the fare. But at the time of putting his purse into his pocket, it
dropped inside the rickshaw. The man went away. While Abdur Rahman was
returning home with his rickshaw, he found a purse on his rickshaw. He at once
could understand that the purse must be dropped from the passenger. He thought
that he had to give back the purse. To its original owner. But how? He did not
find a way-out. At last, he remembered that he took the passenger on his
rickshaw in front of a house near Paribag. “Maybe the passenger belongs to that
house.” — he thought. Thinking so, he came to that particular house. He met the
housewife and showed her the purse. The housewife could instantly identify the
purse as her husband’s. She phoned her husband telling everything. He came home
within a very short time. The rickshaw puller could easily identify the owner
of the purse and gladly returned him his possession. The owner and his wife
thanked him very much and offered some money. But the rickshaw-puller politely
refused Mratfiff IRIan the offer. The looks of gratitude in the eyes of the
rich couple was his reward indeed.