True Life Story in Urdu & English That Old Days Should Come Back Again

True Life Story in Urdu & English

This is a true life story in Urdu and English languages. In this story, the early times (old days) of this universe has been explained when everything was simple and the world was full of joy and happiness. But with the passage of time, all these thing have diminished. 

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I Wish 'Old Days Should Come Back Again'

When we opened our eyes to our society, we encountered a beautiful ignorance. Our village was deprived of facilities like roads, electricity and telephone but the satisfaction was such that every facility of life was available to us. The most beautiful thing in the universe was love. There was no one else, everyone was their own. All the uncles, aunts, grandparents were on the side of Nanhial and all the aunts, uncles, aunts, grandparents were on the side of Dadhial.

When we got a new consciousness, we found out that they were not our uncles but people from other communities. Our elders were very ignorant, if there was only one work, they would all do it together. Those who had oxen would come and cultivate the land of others. There was no need to invite the family for the mowing, but the mowers themselves would send the message that we are coming someday. They were mad, playing drums on the lawn and doing their best as if they were going to get a reward. When someone built a house, they would carry many tons of wood from the forest on their shoulders through difficult paths, then they would put many tons of mud on the roof and return home in the evening after enjoying ghee sugar.

When someone got married, the groom would have applied henna just like the rest of the family, because some ignorant people would come and start working on their own. They were so mad that if they befriended someone, they would bathe them like Sisi jumped into a raw pitcher in the river. How mad they were to sow wheat, to roam with the oxen in the scorching sun as if they were being punished.

If someone had died, everyone would have beaten their beards and cried in such a way that it would not be possible to identify who died. They celebrate the happiness of other people's children as if they have their own children. They were so ignorant that they did not even know about crimes and cases. But then time changed. Now it was the time of new generation, the era of literate and conscious generation, who began to understand and explain that we are all human beings, of course we are all Muslims, but there is a difference between us. Which must remain forever. That difference is the difference of community, the difference of tribe and the difference of color and race. Now the identity of man was not man but the community, the tribe and then there was a single family among the tribes.

Now everyone wanted to prove that my status is high and my status is privileged. It was necessary for him to say less and understand the other. Now everyone was destitute and whoever did not join the race became a coward of the times. Now the house was a bit ripe and big, but still it started to get cramped. The lands that used to be close to each other, whose stomachs were ripped to shreds, whose fragrance was enjoyed, were now a source of hatred. The consciousness that had come, now everyone had access to the Patwari, Tehsildar and then the system that had to fight each other to fill their stomachs.

Now hatreds had reached every doorstep. We have lost what we call love. Now the lesson of humanity and Islam was starting to get poisoned, now even God was angry. Then the hatred would increase to its end. Man was ready to kill man. Intoxicated with superiority, we had destroyed the peace of home, we had forgotten that the greatest superiority in the universe is moral superiority. Now our connection with morality was only that the name of only two servants of our village were Akhlaq but we did not even consider them as Akhlaq and made one Khaqi and the other Mana (pappu).

Now we were looking for reasons to conquer each other. Then nature did not forgive, it also gave us a chance. When we failed to conquer each other by carnage, it turned to murder. Now this process is going on continuously. Now we have become the adornment of newspapers and TV. Now hardly a day goes by when no one from our village stands in the courts. The FIR has been registered so much that now we have to find out if there is any person in our village who has not been charged.

Now only a few of these ignorant elders who are alive are in a life and death struggle. If one of them dies, the other wants to see his face, but we conscious people do not allow him to do this ignorant thing because it threatens to insult us. These hatreds divided not only human beings but also schools and mosques. Now even God's house is no longer God's house.

Everyone is broken inside, but still stubborn. He wants to cure hatred with hatred. Now the message of love is considered a betrayal of the community and the tribe. Wouldn't it be nice if we could get rid of all the hatred inside us today and eat the bitter pill of praying for others. Then maybe Allah will forgive us and we will come out of this fire of hatred so that no child will be orphaned, no one's honey will be spared, and no one's lap will be empty so that we can live a precious blessing like life, of this universe. Enjoy beauty and create an environment for your future generations to reach the heights of consciousness, action and character that will return to the beautiful ignorance that has elevated human beings to the level of high morals.

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