Once God called his messengers and ordered them to bring a gift from the earth. He said that whose gift would be best, he would be appointed to the post of Prime Minister.
Everyone started running towards the earth in search of good gifts. They brought a valuable gift more than one and placed it before God, but there was not even a feeling of happiness and satisfaction on the face of God.
An angel was yet to come. The messenger was waiting in great ferocity. Eventually he too arrived. Giving a piece of paper to God, he sat down fearfully. He was thinking that lest he should be scolded for coming late.
Other angels rejoiced at his folly upon seeing his piece of paper. God opened the piece of paper- Hey, what is this! Put clay in this peace of paper. The messenger said, 'Yes, Lord! I searched the earth. There is hardly any place where I have not gone.
I tried hard to get a gift that you liked, but could not understand anything. Lord, it is not only clay, but an ordinary place, it is the soil where people willingly laid down their lives to protect religion and humanity. The angel said to the creator by folding his hands.
The Creator applied that clay on his forehead with great reverence and said that as long as such saints and gentle men remain on the earth, the possibility of peace on earth will not be less.
It means to say that where the defenders of humanity reside, the land there is always revered.
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