Barhey Chalo k manzil abhi door ha

And I continued to think about old days and those thoughts obligated me to pen down more retention. I remembered I was a dumb, obtuse and indifferent youngster, and have had theta properties and who was so sensitive in nature. And that glasses style of mine which made me a humpty dumpty sample for my class fellows. But I didn’t care for what people said. There were some of my friends who were intelligent than me but financially weak. Like the case of Zubair….. He was unable to continue his studies after 8th class. His father said he don’t need his studies, he need money to fulfill basic needs. And many such class fellows like Jam Arshad and Waqas and many more discontinued their studies after matric.
Most pathetic case is the case of my cousin. His father passed away when my cousin was a few years old. Her mother started sewing for her children. Else her none of the family member was able to back up her burden. She spent day and nights for her children’s jeepers creepers, my cousin was too naughty and out of bound from beginning. He got indulged in bad company. He remained my class fellow for two years. All his acts bothered the teachers but they continued to make him think and understand what this savage world is, but all in vain. I myself tried many times to make him understand things. But iniquity friends proved more powerful or perhaps I wasn’t that much good in manifesting correctitude. And at last he was kicked out from school. Now days he works two days in one shop and one day in another and remaining in leisure with what he earns. Continuously smoking. Sharing nothing for his family. But thank God one of his brothers is so caring, worrying and sensible and hardworking. He had got job in FFBL Karachi a few days ago. Allah un sab ko sahih rastey per chalaey.
I remembered what I was. And what I am now. I was buried in nothingness. I have seen many Einstiens lost on those roads of my city. I have seen many Newtons who were unable to avail the opportunities. I have seen many Edison’s my dear fellows who were short of resources. I wasn’t that intelligent. But God given me this responsibility to become a good Engineer and serve the nation. I always wonder was I that much brilliant. No no my dears I am not. I was nothing. I am nothing. What I am is the prays of my parents and the hard works of my teachers. I would have also been lost the same way if same would have been the case with me. Washing dishes on some hotel or passing time with that nothingness. But Allah ! Oh Allah you are the one Who has given me the courage and shown me the paths and guiding me towards the right and wrong. Oh Allah help me. Help me so that I can be stronger and courageous. I know You don’t burden more than that one cannot endure.
I was kid of only two years when I lost my father. The person whom I miss the most in my life, leaving us unshielded. It was my mother who braved out the entire burden on her shoulders, saved us from thick and thin, cared us all and provided us equal opportunities to study. Our home sweet home was really not literally the first institution where I learnt the lessons of Ethics, moral philosophy, communication and management from my mother. And interesting thing to be noted down is that my mother is illiterate. She is really my life. She is the legend. She is the real Hero of my life. Our success is her victory. She won the game of her life. May God bless her with showers of benedictions and keep her in His auspices.
The lesson that I have learnt from my so far passed life is that to continue motion along right path.

Barhey Chalo k manzil abhi door ha

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