Inspirational Short Story in Urdu & English
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One of the
standout stories on our platform is “Old days should come back again,” a deeply
moving inspirational short story in English that takes you on an
emotional journey through the cherished memories of childhood. This real-life
story is not just a reflection of the past but a reminder of the simple joys of
life.
Feel free to explore and share these wonderful inspirational stories with the children around you, as they offer valuable lessons that transcend language.
Additionally, we offer inspirational stories in English translation for our
Urdu-speaking readers, ensuring everyone can enjoy and learn from these
powerful tales. Read, enjoy, and be inspired!
Inspirational Short Story in English
Old Days Should Come Back Again
Back in those
days, life had a different rhythm. If a child was punished by a teacher, they
wouldn’t dare to tell their parents. And if they did, the father would likely
scold them even more.
There was no
concept of 'Academies' like today. Children who needed extra help with studies
were often called lazy, and tuition was seen as unnecessary. In many
households, younger siblings would wear the clothes handed down from their
older brothers—something that was considered completely normal.
Arguments
didn’t escalate the way they do now. No one thought to pull out a weapon. Just
the threat of telling someone’s father was enough to stop a quarrel. The mere
mention of that could make the other party freeze with fear.
Fathers in
those days were special too. They would wake everyone up at the crack of dawn
for prayers, calling out loudly to make sure no one missed the daily routine.
Religious duties were deeply ingrained in every home.
When guests
arrived, it wasn’t just about a quick visit. Neighbors would watch with longing
eyes, often wishing to host the same guests.
At the home
where the guest stayed, everything was prepared with care: bedsheets infused
with the fresh scent of phenyl, pillows embroidered with poetry, towels neatly
hung, and even a fresh bar of soap placed in the bathroom.
When it was
time for the guest to leave, there would be tears in everyone’s eyes, and if
the guest tried to slip a Rs. 10 into the hands of a child, the whole family
would protest and return it—though the guest would insist on leaving it anyway.
Weddings were
community affairs, where every neighbor participated, sharing in the joy.
Special clothes were worn for such occasions, and the guests were often housed
in the homes of other families. There was no attempt to force anyone’s beliefs
on another.
People were
respectful, and no one used harsh words. In times of trouble, neighbors would
come together to support each other, offering help where it was needed.
Everyone, despite being poor, felt prosperous in their hearts.
Some families
were lucky enough to own a black-and-white TV, and children from the entire
neighborhood would gather around it to watch the latest dramas. The biggest
crime back then? Trying to pass off a counterfeit coin to the shopkeeper.
I often wish
those days would return. There was a certain simplicity, kindness, and
togetherness that we seem to have lost.
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