Good morning friends ☕❤️
There is a price to pay for heartaches in life. Man may forget, but the Lord of the universe never forgets. Believe in one thing, if someone has abused you in any color, Allah will make it obligatory on you at some point in your life. This is called the reward process. 🌺🌺
Dad held a very high government position. Laughing, very good-natured, people's work ethic. Abu's fellow officers also gave him strong protocol.
I was a first year student in college at the time I was young. At that time I was not even aware of the etiquette of walking on the road so what life learns.
I would be happy to see Abu's friends meet with great love, how good people are, how sincere they are. Father had a friend who was stationed at the head office.
Whenever I went to his room with father, he loved me dearly. Fill the table with tea and other accessories.
Expressing immense love for father . I thought they were more than father's real brothers. Father died one day. It was a very painful day and sad day of my life , he was driving home in his official jeep and as soon as he got out of the car he had a heart attack and died in my hands in a few seconds😢😢😢. My first acquaintance was at that time with death😢.
Earlier I had read about death😢😢, heard and seen people's funerals😢😢. In my house when death e then found out what happens😢😢. I would sometimes stare at father face, sometimes scream and shake the walls of the room. Never puts a loving hand on his calm face. Life was not changed but reversed.
I never thought it would backfire. After father death, his pension went to his friend who was in love. His style of love had changed😒. Spot face, cheerful disappearance, I said in a nervous tone Uncle I need your help. Father was remembering the tears😢 with great difficulty😢. The heart was a thief of body grief😪. Thought she would love to hug. You don't distinguish the whole floor is dirty. Raise your mouth and come inside.
The first servant cleans his feet on the carpet mat. He spoke in a loud voice. The idol of his personality was broken inside me. There is nothing that I can do for you. Accent, style all changed.
I got up with trembling legs and walked out of the room, it was raining outside and I started walking in the rain, I didn't even realize ... I didn't even realize that I was crying😭😭. On a motorcycle, my peer approached and said, "Brother, why are you soaking wet in the rain and you are crying?😭" I turned my hand over my wet eyes and said man this is rain water.
What makes it feel like the sky is crying with me too.😭😭😭
Flying on time, 4 years later, i was booted in the Honda Motor Showroom in Gujranwala and was enjoying coffee and biscuits in his cabin as a sales manager. (Later on I joined Banking Field Now Doing Job In Bank As A Manager Allhumdulillah ❤️)
The former Tahir Khan was dead or maybe I killed him .. Honda top smart, sales officer with great speaking power. People used to say that whoever went to Tahir would get out of the showroom by car.
The customer has no room for refusal. It was December, it was evening, it was raining. I was standing in front of the glass wall, pointing at it. Suddenly a car stopped in front of me.
The driver hit very hard, the car did not move. Then the driver of the car got out in trouble. He was very upset, his feet were wet and muddy. The frost was severe. Trembling, they hurried to the showroom to escape the rain. I was watching the whole scene from the other side of the glass wall. Hello sir, there is no distinction.
The servant cleans his shoes and enters. The whole floor has been made dirty by Mr. .. My showroom guards roared and addressed this person. The showroom is closed anyway. You have to get a car or have some work. Come in the morning.
The guard spoke angrily Please help me, my car is broken, park it in your showroom, I go home on the rickshaw, it's my daughter's birthday.
He spoke very helplessly These were the same friends of Baba who broke me out of the room. I don't forget if my boss forgets to bother. What a system. Prayers continued from his guard. The guard said, "Please make a request to our master."
I had come so close. In 4 years my form had changed considerably, the face of oppression, innocence, helplessness and maturity had now become a volcano of high spirits and confidence.
Uncle's hair had turned white enough. Sir, he just looked at me and said so much that I stopped. Uncle, please come with me, respectfully seated him in the cabin, offered him a hot coffee sandwich, told him a couple of jokes and normalized him. Repeatedly during the conversation say you have seen somewhere.
I laugh and turn things around. His car was parked in the workshop. Then the driver told them to leave the house. He kept saying thank you again and again with joy. I kept smiling. The next morning he got his car repaired from the workshop and went to his office.
Meet with great enthusiasm, while talking, he said in shock, I have seen you somewhere. I told him after taking the last sip of tea that I am the son of your friend Yahya Khan.
They were shocked. I smiled, shook his hand and came out quickly. He spoke back to the door and in a broken tone, son, please keep coming .. I smiled and said yes, he left the office in his car .....
I had ample opportunity to take revenge. That could avenge the jealousy of the past. But I had changed a lot .... I also realized later how much I have changed ....
Moral:Believe me one thing, this reward process is not a myth, when it happens, the servant becomes lost. Believe❤️❤️❤️
Good morning what a sad and beautiful story