Real Life Story
Welcome to this
heartfelt real life story that takes you back to simpler times when life
was full of joy and happiness. Titled "Passed Days Should Come Back
Again," this real life story in English and Urdu explores the early
days of the universe, where everything seemed pure and uncomplicated.
The story
reflects on how, over time, the simplicity and happiness of those early days
have faded, leaving us longing for the past.
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life was simpler and full of warmth. We invite you to read and share these real
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Real Life Story in Urdu / Hindi
Real Life Story in English
Old Days Should Come Back Again
When we first
opened our eyes to the world, we were met with a beautiful kind of ignorance.
Our village lacked basic facilities like roads, electricity, and telephones,
but we had something far more valuable: contentment. Life, though simple, was
fulfilling, and every need seemed to be met.
The most
precious thing in the world was love. There was no separation between us;
everyone felt like family. Our uncles, aunts, grandparents—they weren’t just
relatives from our side of the family, but from everyone’s side.
In our early
years, we didn’t know the differences between people. We were blissfully
unaware. Our elders, though uneducated, were filled with kindness and a spirit
of community.
If someone
needed help, others would pitch in without question. If someone owned oxen,
they would offer them to help plow others’ fields. No invitations were
necessary for communal tasks like mowing; everyone simply showed up. It wasn’t
about getting paid or expecting anything in return.
They worked for
the joy of togetherness. When someone built a house, they’d carry wood on their
backs over difficult paths, all while laughing and enjoying the shared
experience. After a long day’s work, they would indulge in sweet treats and
ghee.
Weddings were
celebrated as family affairs. The groom would wear henna just like the rest of
the family, and the entire village would come together to help and celebrate.
People were so
kind and carefree, so full of love, that if they became close to someone, they
would do anything for them, even jumping into rivers to bathe them, just for
the sake of their friendship.
When someone
passed away, the whole village mourned. The grief was so deep that it was
difficult to tell who had actually passed, because everyone grieved as though
they had lost their own. The happiness of another's children was felt as though
it were our own.
But as time
passed, things began to change. The new generation was educated, aware of the
outside world, and began to understand the differences that divided us. We
realized that we were all human beings, but we also noticed the barriers of
caste, tribe, and race.
The simplicity
of the past faded, and we began to see status and superiority as more important
than love and unity. People started to judge each other based on their community,
their tribe, and their status. It wasn’t enough to be a good person; now, it
was about having more, being better, and proving your worth.
Communities
that were once close and full of love became divided. The fields, which once
smelled of fresh earth and community, were now battlegrounds for competition
and hatred. People began fighting over land, power, and resources. We no longer
knew how to be at peace. Even in the pursuit of filling our stomachs, we had
lost our way.
Hatred spread
like wildfire. What was once a place of unity and love was now a land of
division. The lessons of humanity and Islam, which had once been so clear, were
now tainted by selfishness.
The very
concept of morality seemed forgotten. We had turned away from the greatest form
of superiority—moral superiority—and instead, we fought to prove who was
better, who had more power.
The
consequences of this hatred grew over time. People fought over petty
differences, and the sense of community vanished. Every day seemed like a
battle. Conflicts spread, and the streets were filled with tension. News of our
village spread not for its beauty or peace, but for the violence that now
defined us.
The few elders
who are still alive are caught in the struggle of life and death. They remember
a time when things were different, when love and unity were the foundation of
the village. But even in their final days, they are denied the comfort of one
another’s company, as their families and the new generation refuse to let go of
the divisions that have poisoned us.
Our schools,
our mosques—places that should bring us together—are now divided. Even God’s
house is no longer a place of unity. We have become so broken, so entrenched in
our differences, that love is seen as a betrayal.
Isn’t it time
to put an end to this cycle of hatred? Wouldn’t it be better if we could
embrace the painful but necessary truth—praying for others, wishing for peace
and forgiveness?
Maybe if we can
overcome this hatred, Allah will forgive us. Only then can we hope to rise
above the fire of animosity and give our children a better world, free from
violence and bitterness.
A world where
no one is orphaned, where no one's life is destroyed by senseless hate, and
where the beauty of life can once again shine. Let’s return to a time when we
lived by love, kindness, and high morals, elevating humanity to a place of true
peace.
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