READ AND WRITE

When the drops of the Throne begin to sharpen. So they take me somewhere else. When it rains for two or three days. So instead of enjoying the rain, I get lost. In the beautiful memories of his life, in the golden and golden past. ,

I live in the small but lovely village of Radial. Chakdara is a lush village about two kilometers from GT Road.

His people, God willing, are very loving and full of devotion. It was raining today, we are living miles away, far away, but the pictures circulating on social media show that it is raining a lot ... so I don't know when I lost my childhood. went. Because our village was small and people did all the labor.

And all the houses were raw. Beautiful mud houses When it started raining, the roofs of all the houses started crying and dripping. And we were very happy that water was dripping from somewhere. And there we tied a plastic bag with a thread and carried the water tied to it to a vessel. It was a big mission. But when the rain was the guest of the day.

So all the roofs were made of plastic.

There was a lot of poverty. Buying new clothes was exclusive until Eid al-Fitr. No one had a car. There was no car or road. Early in the morning, they would walk for about half an hour to Chakdara, a small bazaar. But the love was extreme. The elders of the whole village used to offer Fajr prayers and sit in the national Hijra.

A dilapidated old room that seemed more valuable than a luxurious bungalow because these elders used to burn down. The words were humorous and the love was extreme. No one would go out of the village, be it a small function or a funeral. I was afraid someone would see. And will tell the function of the deceased. Then he will get angry. There was a big difference between big and small.

Young people used to make their beds in the courtyard of the Hijra in the afternoon. They don't sit there listening to the elders. The time of these elders was full of love. Education was not much. Money, money, car, the bungalow was nothing but something that today's generation needs to find and need. These elders took everything with them, love, sympathy, coincidence, brotherhood.

We talked a lot. These great elders are illiterate. When our judge comes, we will be very useful for our village and our people.

But it was and is an unfulfilled dream. Because when this power came into the hands of educated and wealthy people, they were divided into sects, races, status, status. The love of the elders, the brotherhood of the elders, they put behind their backs and resorted to cunning and deception for two days of life in this world.

I often think that it is often heard that our rulers are thieves, corrupt, and so on. But in reality the biggest corrupt is you. We corrupt in relationships, in brotherhood, in feelings. The NAB is an institution for their corruption but it should also be an institution for social corruption. In the past, there used to be an institution, but now it is possible that all of us are dead.

No one's conscience is alive. I start with myself first, then the conscience of the neighborhood, the village, the city, the country is dead or unconscious ...

For God's sake, I appeal to the youth of my village and country for a better future for my future generation. That money is out of the war for terror and status. Another world awaits you.

Where there is only love, brotherhood, and compassion. Why am I giving hatred, racism, and unconsciousness as a gift to my next generation? Why are people being separated from each other? Why am I writing this today on my elders, because there were not one but thousands of things that is enough to write about them. But tomorrow our name and mark will not remain. There will be no one to remember, no one to write about us because what we are doing, we are spreading only hatred and alienation ...

Love, adoption, sense of others, and brotherhood are the essentials that are essential for our future generation and for us as far as our breath is concerned.