Once there was a young boy called Aladin. He lived with his mother in a rich city of China. His father was a poor tailor. He died when Aladin was a child. His mother had to spin cotton to support the family. One day Aladin was playing in the street. All of a sudden, a stranger came. He said to Aladin, ‘My boy, are you the son of Mustafa, the tailor?’ Aladin said, ‘Yes, sir, but my father is dead.’ At this tears came into the man’s eyes. He said, ‘I'm your uncle. Your father was my elder brother.’ He gave Aladin two pieces of gold. He said, ‘Go and tell your mother to cook some food. We will eat together.’ Aladin's mother was surprised. She did not know Aladin's father had a brother. But she cooked a good dinner. The stranger came to Aladin's house at night. He brought some fruits and sweets with him. The stranger asked Aladin what he did for a living. Aladin was silent. Because he did not do anything. So the stranger said, 'You must do something to earn a living. I will buy a shop for you. You will sell linen there.' The mother was very pleased to hear all this. 'Thank you for your kindness,' she said to the stranger.