Spritual Series ♥

♥ Spritual Series Part : 02 ♥

What you desire is what you want, what you have is what Allah wants.

~ Nouman Ali khan.

The temperature fell gradually as the night got deeper. I slipped my cold hands inside my jacket. The clock read 11:40 AM. The crowd have started to dwindle away with the nightfall.

I didn't know what I was expecting this late at night, sitting behind a desk, calculating the earnings of today.

Having a small general store at the corner of the street was the last thing I wanted to do in my life. But life had it's own way. The aspirations, careers, goals, dreams, all were left vague. No matter how many times I tried to accept my destiny, the reality still came   clear every morning.

As thoughts engulfed my mind, I felt irritated, Frustrated! Gripping the calculator hard, I smashed it down with all the pent up frustration from today. Anger boiled inside me.

Why? Just why? Today my friends were something. A respective job, a sense of achievement, a succesful family but  here I was! In utter failure , I was a loser. As I put down the shutters to my shop, the need for release grew evenmore. Lighting a cigarette, I let out a puff of smoke in the fogged streets of moonlit Jamia Nagar.

Something was irritating my inside, I wanted  to scream my throat raw. To cool down myself, I walked on the footpath of Jamia university. The weather was so foggy It was hard to see what was around me.

Still, I could feel something burning inside of me. I hate this purposeless life. I was the kind of person who dares to dream big ,the kind who strive for that path, victorious over challenges and obstacles. I had clear goals and aspiration but life played its part enough to destroy my hopes and dreams

I was craving for the burning desire, a desire worth burning for. A purpose, a goal, a better version of my self!

I jolted out of my thoughts as a car screeched past me, A loud honk,and a thud. The head light of the car almost blinded me.
It took me some time to notice the limp form of a man bleeding on the road.

An accident! Before I could make sense of the situation completely  the car disappeared.

The streets were deserted. I ran to the unconscious man lying on the road. Somehow arranging a rickshaw, we reached a nearby hospital on time.

Finding a small phone in his pocket, I dialed the first number. A fragile voice reached my ear. After som thought I cut the call.

Thankfully, He wasn't  severely injured. He thanked me and insisted on leaving him.
But I felt I should reach him safe and sound to his family. He limped and leaned his weight on me throughout the streets of jamia nazar.

The city was engulfed in a blissful silence at that hour of the night, asleep.
The big flats, and polished wide lanes got narrower, and dirtier . He kept on insisting that he will be fine himself, but I ignored him. The narrow lanes turned more narrower, Mud houses started to fill out spaces.

We were entering the slum areas of jamna side. The dim lights  peeked from the several layers of plastic and cloth  tents ,that were there home.  Shrill voices of crying babies echoed from several houses pearcing my eardrums

The smell was horrible. It felt like they live in sewage. The freezing wind nipped at my skin as he stopped in front of a tent with patches filling every end of the cloth.

"Ammi !" He called as entered the tent.

"Are meri jaan! Kaha tha?! Ya Allah!! Ye kya hua ??" ( Oh my love!  Where were you?!  Oh God! What happened??)

An old skinny women embraced him ina motherly hug, her voice shook with worry as she kept on questioning him.

The tent was too small to even sit properly. The space was heavily congested.  Few Utensils were strewn at the corner, beside which a stove and a charpai were kept, some clothes were also neatly folded on one side .

The women held my hand in her wrinkly ones as she insisted  me to sit on the Charpayi.

"Aunty me chalta hu." ( Auntie, I'll go now)
I said.

Looking me in the eye, she hesitantly spoke, "Beta Hum garib he, hum apko chai tak nhi pila skte. Beta Tumhe Allah bada banay. Tumhara bht bht shukriya." (Son, we are poor. We can't even offer you tea. May Allah   make you successful. Thank you, Thank you so much.)

I felt overwhelmed by her words. Her eyes sparkled with love and gratitude for me. Not being able to say anything I left.

I took a deep breath as I walked back home. After a long time, I felt content. My help was nothing yet I felt warmthness inside me.

Hushed whispered behind me disturbed the calmness around. There were people here this late at night? I immediately turned around to find two boys with torches and large bags hanging on their shoulders.

As they got closer, I jumped behind a nearby streetlight. They were madrasah students, I guessed by there attire. The boys were younger than me.

What were they doing at this hour?

Sensing something wrong, I jumped out in front of them, blocking there path.They halted, fear flashed in there eyes.

"What you are doing here?? "I asked in a strict voice. I was careful to defend myself if they try to harm.

"Say honestly! Otherwise I will call the cops,right away! " I said  pretending to call.

"Bhai! O Bhai!  There is nothing like that!"
One of them said hurriedly.

"Bhai, Look! These packets
Have some blankets , warm clothes and some food packages."

I looked down suspiciously inside the bag ,but they were actually right.

"See! We are just distributing these things here!! They exclaimed.

"In the dark? " I asked suspiciously.

"We are students, didn't really have much time." They mumbled.

"Why are you guys doing this"? I crossed my arms against my chest.

"We started a charity programme, just us few students." They said sheepishly.

I thought for a moment. They glanced at me in a futile attempt to read my face. After a moment a thought clicked in my head.

"Do you know 'Samad general store' ? " I asked.

"Yeah! Near Noah masjid? " They passed confused glances.

"Visit me tomorrow there. Let's make it an organization!"

Something sparked inside my soul as I saw emotions sparkling in there eyes,too.

Sometimes achievements aren't  limited to a job or a degree, but in what makes you feel successful. A contentment, a sense of purpose and ultimately

A reward hidden in the smile of others.

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