Day 3 : A Memory
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Today is the 3rd Day of Writing 30 Days Challenge and today's topic is " A Memory"
Let's begins today's blog!!!
Memory is the faculty of the mind by which data or information is encoded, stored, and retrieved when needed. It is the retention of information over time for the purpose of influencing future action.[1] If past events could not be remembered, it would be impossible for language, relationships, or personal identity to develop. Wikipedia
I'm out of job nowadays that's why I have enough time to spend with my friends and cousins who often come to meet me at home. Yesterday it was lunch time when I was cooked Chicken Pulao along with Shami Kabab when we had knocked at the door. He was Hamza my cousin. He is my uncle's eldest son who is 14 Y/O while Raza is 10 Y/O and they have 3 Youngest Siblings. Raza and Hamza both are close more to my heart because I spent more time with them. Both boys came from the school to spend sometime with their Appi (Me)
They studied at the same school where I went in my early childhood days for my primary education. It is private school at the distance of 10 mins walk from our homes. Hamza abd Raza had their own Motorcycle and I was surprised and happy to see my little heroes driving the motorbike. They told me that it was hard for them to walk to school with their heavy bags on shoulder that's why their father get them motorcycle and teach his elder one Hamza how to drive.
It was good decision to relax the children from heavy burdened bags indeed also it is against the law. Actually my uncle is paralyzed that's why he can't pick and drop his children from School to Home. Perhaps it is the today's generation who learns everything in short time while in my childhood I have to walk with my sister to reach school and returned to home. We also have to went to Tuition and Madrisa to learn religious education.
Moreover, when I got admissions in college it was 2 miles away from home. It was about 2013 that the local vehicle charge 0.5$ (10 Pakistani Rupees) as the bus fare that I couldn't afford. I walk on my foot to go to college. It was the days when I don't get pocket money from my parents but I don't mind it. Neither I insisted my parents to get something expensive nor I demanded pocket money or bus fare because I was aware of their hardships.
I remember how once I went to college without having breakfast because there was nothing to eat at home but I received the blessing in form of scholarship of 50k Pakistani Rupees on the very same day. I was thankful to God and the institute for what they reward my hard work.
My parents always praise for my patience, hard work and struggle with proud. But I really feel sorry for the new generation who doesn't ready to give up their comfort zone and being luxurious. They behave stubbornly with their parents to get their demands fulfill. We should cut our clothes according to our coat.
This is beautiful and inspiring memory of my student life that I shared with you today. I hope you have enjoyed today's blog. Thank you for your precious time ❤️.
