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One year, a great drought hit the valley. The green pastures turned to dust, and many families packed their belongings to move toward the city. Miran’s oldest friend, Azad, came to him with a heavy heart. "Why do you stay, Miran? The life we knew is gone. It is a tragedy."
Eventually, the soil grew damp. A trickle of cool water broke through. Miran didn't cheer or boast; he simply led his sheep to drink. When the other villagers saw the water, they returned. They realized that Miran’s "Her Vebu" wasn't a sign of giving up—it was a sign of . Because he accepted that hardship was a natural part of life, he didn't waste his energy complaining. He saved his energy for the work.
Years later, the valley was green again. Miran was an old man, still sitting by the same stream. A young traveler stopped to ask him the secret to his peace.