Mohammed (Allah's last apostle) - peace be upon him – say a moral story in front of his companions;
"There was (hundreds of years back) an Israeli man (a strong believer) called Juraij.
Once, he was praying, then his mother came and called him, but he did not respond to her call. He said (to himself), I should continue the prayer after finishing the prayer I can respond on mother’s call. When he finished his prayer, he gone to his mother; but mother was fulfilled her needs.
Again he starts prayer, unfortunately his mother has another need from him and she came to him the second time and called him; this time also happened same like first time and she didn’t get him, then she said, "O Lord! Do not let him die until he sees the face of prostitute."
Juraij used to live in a hermitage, the peoples noticed the spiritual life of Juraij and they want to analyze Juraij’s sincere. They arranged a beautiful dancer for this purpose.
The dancer went to Juraij with full makeup and garments to entice him, she approached him and presented herself (for an evil act) but he refused to join with her. She leaves him alone and left the place and joined her community.
But she got pregnant and she delivered a baby, she alleged that the baby was from Juraij.
The people went to Juraij and broke down his hermitage, pulled him out of it and abused him.
He performed ablution (washing before prayers) and offered the prayer, then he went to the male (baby) and asked him; "O boy! Who is your father?" The baby replied that his father is the shepherd.
(Actually, when she was on the way to her people she did meet a shepherd and commit an illegal sexual interaction.)
The people said that they would build for him a hermitage of gold but Juraij asked them to make it of mud only."
Here I have one more story almost similar with content and big difference in the concept/view, please read…
Devraj Indra was worried about the rigorous Tapasya of Rajarishi Vishwamitra.
“What is his intention? Is he aiming at my throne? It can be so. Then his Tapaya has to be disrupted.” Indra decided.
Indradev summoned Menaka; explained things to her. ” His intention is to capture my throne. We have to stop him. Only your celestial beauty can move him. You are the one to do it.”
Menaka was silent. Indra tried to give her all assurance. “Viswamitra’s wrath may destroy the universe. But your alluring smile can charm him. His rage may shake the world. But your enticing gestures can be seductive.
‘His anger can bring the world upside down. But your movements can captivate him. His furious words may cut you apart. The fire in his eyes may incinerate you. But a touch from you will seduce him.”
The Apsara could do nothing but to agree. “But I have a request, Lord” she said.
“When I try to charm the Maharishi, ask the wind to spread a heavenly fragrance all over the forest. The gentle wind should become a violent storm. Ask him to blow off my clothes for a moment. At the same time ask Kamdev to shower his flowery arrows on the Rishi’s heart. “
Menaka moved in confidence……. Her dazzling splendor shining through her flimsy dress….
Soon she became conscious. She is endowed with an important task. Her charming body moved in rhythm. The fragrance & the sound of her anklets spread the seduction.
The wind blew off her clothes. She collected her clothes & looked around. Felt the gaze of the Rishi on her. His eyes devoured her magnificent beauty. She stooped in shame.
Kamaban was working on the Rishi. He invited Menaka. He was under the spell of Kama. Viswamitra spent the night with her & lost all his power attained through Tapasya.
When he realized that, it was too late. He had already lost his Asceticism.
This story is not ending here, there are some additional as we known…
Meneka became pregnant, after delivery she approached Vishwamitra with her baby, but Vishwamitra refused to accept blood relation with the baby.
I am putting these stories in front of you; you may please short out the moral lessons from the stories and also think about similarity of both stories.
If someone wants hear my opinions please ask me…