The Pieces of Advice Of A Friend

The friend also has sent me some clips which reflect reality.

English Version: “Someone asked me who is yours. I said smiling, “if time is right, everybody is yours; otherwise, nobody is yours.”

I have spoken with my childhood friend only twice in the past year. He was not my best friend but was one of them I could count on during my bad days. He was also a member of our child gang. The child gang was a group of brat kids just like me. I was the leader. I was the only girl in the group, so the rest did not have a choice except for making me a leader. The group was a collection of genius and bright children who had the chance to grow up as IPS officers, a doctor, engineers, a businessman, and a politician. Terrorism did influence our lives but could not make us terrorists either. The protector and warrior known as Abu had kept all those children safe under his wings.

Abu, the warrior khan, is also a slap on those people’s faces who always said, “Muslims are jihadis, or Islam teaches terrorism.” Abu’s wings had covered both Hindu and Sikh children.

The true warrior was the protector of the little gang. He taught us to live in harmony. He told Everybody to pay attention to their studies and the bright future. Many of us left our town while terrorism was at its peak level. But one of us had decided not to leave the country due to being a real patriotic. This childhood friend accidentally became a politician, but later, he decided to do farming. My friend said, “I left politics because I refused to be part of the liars and dishonest people. I am not one of them. I could not be corrupt and blind. I can’t shut my mouth against the injustice and corruption”.

My friend is always angry and upset at us because we had left the country, “You guys are not patriotic.” For my friend, his native country is everything to him. It does matter that he faced many problems, but he is still patriotic. He told our Hindu friends who once left the state due to terrorism, “See, you have proven yourself being a Lala who ran away from the flees and bees due to the fear. I am a Sardar who is still standing on my ground”. He told me once, “I regret now that we had chosen you as our group leader. However, you have proven yourself to be just a woman. You can’t tolerate the heat because you were born in a cold place, so you decided to live in the cold place”. He is upset with us for leaving him behind alone. He has a better soul compared to us. Even though he always fights with us, we are proud of him.

Our child gang was not a gang of bad children. Our group was called a gang because whatever we did in our childhood was done through joint efforts. We did a lot of funny things. Of course, people did not like us, but they did miss us whenever we did not do anything wrong for a couple of days.

He also never went to school again since we left school. So, after passing high school, he dropped out the school. However, his thoughts are better than the rest of us.

We met once again a year ago. It was like a high school reunion party. This friend has given a lot of advice that I would like to share with other bloggers. Last Father’s Day, he gave me very good advice,” your daughter is only your daughter.” This line is very simple, but it also has a deep meaning. Through his statement, he did convey the modernization of our culture. We used to treat Everybody as a brother and sister. There was great respect for each other. The environment was like, Your sister is my sister, your mother is my mother. Your family is my family”. We all lived in harmony. Now, it has changed dramatically. You cannot trust anybody. Once, He wrote to me when he found out a random father-in-law had a sexual relationship with the daughter-in-law. My friend was a mayor trying to solve this issue at that time. He was pissed off on this matter because he felt that there is no value in relationships nowadays.

He said, “Munna, those times are gone when we were children.”

Last week, he wrote to me again. His innocent mind has spoken another truth, “Everybody is corrupt. My country won’t develop because of this corrupt system. From peon to the CEO are corrupt, and nobody does anything without a bribe. People have become selfish. They always want something from you, but they won’t give you anything. They want to take every single drop of your blood. People think what I would get from this if I help them”.

The same friend has advised me again, “Munna, people don’t treat others with good manners. People are so selfish that they only care about themselves. The person sitting next to them doesn’t have any meaning unless it somehow benefits them .”

I agree with my friend. But it makes me think that we were raised in an innocent environment and in an isolated community away from materialism. Nobody had taught us how to deal with the rest of the world. All we think is Everybody should help each other. We think let’s sacrifice ourselves to help others.

Well, did our parents fail to teach us the reality of life? Or Have people adopted materialism instead of humanity?

Someone has dropped the ball out of the court.

The friend also sent me some clips which reflect reality.

13 thoughts on “The Pieces of Advice Of A Friend

  1. Beautiful post Sara. I love your Abbu. And I love your gang 💕
    My father was like your Abbu and so was my mother.
    Yes environment is not so conducive. We are living in times of turmoil world over. But there is also lots of goodness and love. Do read my next post on this very subject.
    As long as you and I aren’t lost the world isn’t lost 😊

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      1. Oh oh. You know the night is darkest and coldest before the Dawn. Don’t lose hope and heart Sara.
        Today is the first day of the rest of your life


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