This story is from a poem by a famous Arab poet.
There once was a small stone that was part of a big dam, which secured a village from flooding.
One day, the stone started to think of its role in life.
It questioned whether it played an important role at all in the dam since it was surrounded by big rocks who were doing the bulk of the work.
After much thought, the stone came to the conclusion that it wasn’t an important part of the dam at all.
So it jumped into the stream.
In the place where it once sat, the small stone had left a tiny leak.
It was a trickle at first.
Then slowly but surely, the trickle grew and more stones, first small ones and then larger ones were also washed into the stream.
Until finally the dam collapsed and the village flooded.
All because of the small stone.
There once was a small stone that was part of a big dam, which secured a village from flooding.
One day, the stone started to think of its role in life.
It questioned whether it played an important role at all in the dam since it was surrounded by big rocks who were doing the bulk of the work.
After much thought, the stone came to the conclusion that it wasn’t an important part of the dam at all.
So it jumped into the stream.
In the place where it once sat, the small stone had left a tiny leak.
It was a trickle at first.
Then slowly but surely, the trickle grew and more stones, first small ones and then larger ones were also washed into the stream.
Until finally the dam collapsed and the village flooded.
All because of the small stone.
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