What Are We??



I am not sure whether writers choose their subject or whether their subjects somehow come to find them. The idea of today's post came one Friday morning when I wandered nearly alone, through the Liberty Bazaar in Lahore, Pakistan. Most of the shops including counters piled high with figs, pistachios, djellabas, even toy trucks and cleaning products were closing for the Friday prayers. I could already see clumps of men depositing their scuffed shoes outside a huge mosque. Te only sounds in the bazaar that morning were the cooing of doves, fluttering in stone ceilings vaulted high above a dark second story of a few shops. I took out my notebook and started drawing something when suddenly a black haired 12-something-year old boy came to me and gave me a glass of milk with some almonds crushed in it. I took the glass, thanked him and asked that why was he being so generous? The boy replied," Because God love those who love His creation and after all we are here for Him and to follow Him.''
This was enough for my amazement but he added another line which made me think deeply. He said,"After all what are we?''
This question made me think that actually we are nothing. We come as a stranger and we go as a stranger.....what more. But then it came to my mind that we are His creation and He will never make anything useless.
God has built the palace of our body and entrusted to us its key. The face is the facade, the eyes are the windows, the mouth is the door that opens into the universe. The legs and arms are the staircases. That's why when you see a human being, slave or vizier, Mohammedan or heathen, you ought to respect him. Remember, even a beggar owns a palace.
You'll think that still you never see perfection, you see the missing teeth, crooked bone, hunchbacked people.
But remember;
      Cracks on the surface,
               But the building is flawless
Respect others and spread Love.....
 
                                         ''The hero gives a wooden sword to his son
                                           Until he learns to use a real battle sword....
                                         Human Love is a wooden sword
                                         Until he learns to battle hurt with mercy''

 Regards,
Yashal Jalil

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  1. Editor Sohni Digest1 July 2017 at 10:28

    "The Hero gives a wooden sword to his son
    Until he learns to use a real battle sword...
    Human Love is a wooden sword
    Until he learns to battle hurt with mercy"
    بہت گہری بات کی ہے آپ نے۔ کوشش کرینگے اس پر عمل کی۔

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