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A Skilled Weaver with Modest Means

Long ago, in a bustling town filled with the clatter of looms and the scent of fresh-dyed cloth, there lived a master weaver. His hands worked with such skill that silk seemed to flow like water beneath his fingers, and his embroidery shimmered like threads of moonlight. Even the royal family admired his craft.

Yet, despite his fame, the weaver earned just enough to keep hunger from his door. Strangely, those who wove only coarse, everyday cloth made far more money and lived in comfort. This puzzled and troubled him greatly, and he often voiced his frustration.

His wife, however, was a woman of quiet wisdom. Placing a gentle hand on his arm, she would say, “Fate decides life and death, wealth and health, honor and shame. We should not let our hearts grow heavy with complaint. Instead, let us be thankful to the Almighty for the blessings we already have.”

The weaver's wife assuaging her husband about fate whose rule reign supreme over Health, Wealth, Money, Life and Death.

The Weaver’s Decision to Leave

But the weaver was possessed by another belief. He often thought that the town he lived in was simply not lucky for him. If only he moved elsewhere, he told himself, he could earn more wealth and live in comfort.

One day, unable to keep his thoughts to himself, he said to his wife, “Darling, this town has brought us no fortune. I want to go to another place and make a lot of money.”

His wife, however, tried once again to console him. “My dear, you are still mistaken,” she said gently. “Try to understand the truth—one receives only what is destined, no matter where one lives.”

But the weaver would not be persuaded. He had already made up his mind.

The very next morning, he bid farewell to his town and set out on his journey.

First Fortune — and the First Loss

In the new town, the weaver worked tirelessly for three long years. His skill and dedication brought him steady earnings, and at last, he managed to save five hundred gold coins. Satisfied with his success, he decided it was time to return home. After winding up his business, he began the long journey back to his native town.

The road was long and weary, and as night fell, he found himself deep in the midst of a forest. Darkness spread quickly, and the weaver decided to spend the night in the safety of a great banyan tree by the roadside. Climbing up between two thick branches, he tucked his precious wallet of gold coins securely under his waistcloth. Soon, he drifted into a deep sleep, his snoring echoing through the still night air.

Snoring heavily, The Weaver had a Dream of two angels conversing with each other about his Money or Savings.

As he slept soundly on the banyan tree, the weaver began to dream. In his dream, he saw two angels hovering nearby, deep in conversation about him.

One angel said to the other, “You know this man is destined to live hand to mouth all his life. Why, then, did you give him five hundred gold coins?”

The second angel replied calmly, “It is my duty to reward those who work hard. I am bound to give every laborer the fruit of his toil. I have done my part—you may now do yours. I will not stand in your way.”

While sleeping soundly, the weaver had a dream and saw two angels discussing a point about his Money or Savings.

Just then, the weaver’s dream ended, and he awoke with a start. Reaching for his hidden pouch, he was stunned to find it empty—the five hundred gold coins had vanished without a trace.

Second Fortune — and the Same Fate

Heartbroken and bewildered by this mysterious loss, he decided it would be unwise—and far too shameful—to return to his hometown empty-handed. Instead, he turned back to the very town where he had earned the money.

There, the weaver once again threw himself into hard work. This time, fortune seemed swifter, and within two years, he had managed to save another five hundred gold coins. Confident at last, he set out once more for his native town.

But as fate would have it, when he reached the same great banyan tree, night fell once again. With no choice but to spend the night there, he climbed up between its sturdy branches to rest.

No sooner had he fallen asleep than he began to dream—once again seeing the same two angels, speaking exactly as before about his fate and his gold. When the dream ended, he woke with a sinking feeling in his heart and reached for his pouch. To his horror, it was empty again.

This second loss shattered the weaver’s spirit completely. Overcome with despair, he resolved to end his life then and there beneath the banyan tree.

After loosing his Five hundred Gold Coins once again, The Weaver is getting ready to commit Suicide.

A Desperate Act and a Divine Voice

The weaver fashioned a noose from his shawl and slipped it around his neck. He was just about to hang himself when a deep, divine voice rang out, “Stop! Stop! Why are you throwing away your life? Your time on earth is not yet over. Ending your life will not spare you from pain in the hereafter.”

Startled, the weaver cried, “Who are you? Show yourself and speak clearly so I may understand!”

“I am your Fate,” the voice replied. “You are destined to live only from hand to mouth. That is why your gold coins vanished—twice. Do not grieve over what cannot be changed. Learn to bow to the will of the Almighty.”

The Weaver’s Wish

“O Fate,” the weaver pleaded, “I do not know what to do. Guide me, I beg of you.”

“You are a hardworking man with a strong will,” said Fate. “Because of that, I grant you one favour—ask for any boon you wish.”

“Then give me immense wealth!” the weaver replied at once.

“I can give it,” said Fate, “but tell me—what will you do with it? You cannot spend it freely or live in comfort, for your destiny is to have only enough to survive.”

“Give me the wealth, and I will learn how to use it,” the weaver insisted.

“Very well,” Fate agreed. “But first, return to the town where you earned your gold coins. There you will find two traders—Guptadhan and Bhuktadhan. Visit them one by one, observe their lives, and then decide what kind of rich man you wish to be. After you have chosen, return to me in your dreams, and I shall grant your boon accordingly.”

Conversation between the Weaver and the Angel of Fate in progress.

Guptadhan: The Miser

The weaver was both astonished and a little disheartened by what Fate had told him. Still, he returned to the town where he had once run his business. At sunset, he located the home of Guptadhan and knocked at the door.

“Sir,” he said politely, “may I have shelter for the night?”

But Guptadhan, a miserly man, frowned and scolded him. It was only at his wife’s insistence that Guptadhan reluctantly gave the weaver a little food and allowed him to sleep in the outer verandah.

That night, the weaver once again dreamed. The same two angels appeared before him. One asked the other, “Was Guptadhan destined to lose the money he spent on feeding this man?”

“I have done my part,” replied the other angel. “You may do yours.”

The next morning, Guptadhan was struck by a sudden attack of cholera and could not eat a single morsel all day. In other words, the food given to the weaver had already been accounted for in his fate.

Bhuktadhan: The Generous

The following evening, the weaver came to the house of Bhuktadhan. There, he was warmly welcomed, offered rich food, and given a fine bed for the night. As he slept, the angels appeared once more.

“Bhuktadhan had to borrow money to feed this man,” one angel said. “How will he repay the loan?”

“I have done my part,” the other angel replied. “You may do yours.”

Sleeping very soundly, The Weaver had a dream of 2 angels discussing a point about him.

The next morning, a royal officer arrived at Bhuktadhan’s house. “Sir,” he said, “this is the excess tax you paid by mistake. It is being returned to you.” And thus, the very debt Bhuktadhan had taken on to feed the weaver was repaid in full.

Choosing the Path of Generosity

Witnessing this, the weaver decided that if he ever became wealthy, he would be a generous man like Bhuktadhan.

He returned to the banyan tree and called upon the Angel of Fate, who appeared without delay. The weaver’s wish was granted, and Fate said to him, “Wealth moves from one person to another in three ways:

It is given in charity to those in need.
It is spent on the comforts and luxuries of the owner.
It is squandered, stolen, or lost.”

The weaver bowed and said, “Sir, I am content with whatever the Almighty grants me. From this day, I shall spend part of my wealth on myself and my family, and give the rest in charity to those in need. This I promise.”

Hearing this, the Angel of Fate smiled in approval and vanished into the unseen.

The Angel of Fate granting the Weaver's Wish and approving his Noble Desires.

Moral of the story: Hard work is important, but destiny shapes our fortunes. Accept what you have with thankfulness, spend wisely, and share with those in need — for that is the path to true happiness.

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