The Solicitude

Every human on this planet has had the taste of failure. It's an experience that helps us to become who we are today. Some failures are due to our mistakes, which we regret from the bottom of the heart. Some failures are caused by chance, while others are caused by lack of experience.

Whatever it is everyone has had a reason which leads to failure. I, Shaikh Nafisa, am no different. As a dream of being an author, I loved music, stories, poems, and a lot of things. -it was my life and still is. I was ready to do anything to achieve a higher position of my dream to earn my country as a higher state. But soon I was brought to reality. Failure after failure...that's what I experienced. Sometimes it's due to my family background, other times it's just because of me. Or perhaps I should simply put it, my luck was really bad.

This is what I was thinking when I just promised my father that I would be someone who would have respect from my society and hold my whole family with full respect and responsibility.

But time has its own flow and in that its own beauty, for it cannot be commanded by the wind as water can, yet only pass with unique divinity. It has untied me, freed me into the universal song, as a tool of creation to belong in the creator's hand, and which made me come to the edge of the railway station.

A poor rusty-looking child was there, staring into my eyes with a heart of need, The child was scrawny with an oddly grown-up look on his face. Though scrupulously clean, he was dressed in an odd assortment of worn and mismatched clothing. His scruffy sandals looked out of place for a chilly autumn morning and his toes hung a good centimeter or more over their ends. I do not know what to do about it. He seemed really unhealthy, with no one but his side. I did not know about him, it will be night.

Soon the sunlight came when I decided to go and pick up the papers. This is the time when I found out I was going abroad for my working exhibit. I was thrilled with the news when I saw the poor boy playing with a wild dog again. I wonder if wild dog behavior can affect a lone child. But the behavior of a person depends upon society. Maybe his parents are up to something which made this child sit alone. He wasn't getting the love and affection, the attention that every child should need once in their time to make progress, but guess he won't get any of it. A society, for good health, must remain child and youth-centered at its heart. Our young people are our future and no society can be stable without this love for children deep in its roots. The elders must show the psychological maturity to do the right thing even when it is the harder thing to do, to make personal sacrifices where necessary. Who knows, he will be an aggressive person after this day. This is what I thought and left for my journey.

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~ 10 years later ~

These are the ages since my last visit to my home after I confessed to my dream longing for a high and well-known author.

Time has changed in a great way. My parents with a group of audiences gathered for my reception, which kind of made me happy and proud of the course.

Suddenly everyone shouted. Only one man pushed a man against the wall and began to use all his aggression. Maybe I saw him somewhere, but I did not know him very well. Surprisingly he was the boy before, who had grown up with a man now. As I guessed, society's behaviors towards him and his time spent with the wild dog could have affected him, and turned him into a monster!

The night fell, I was a little tired of all the meetings earlier to get to know all my respected ones from my society. Again, a sudden scream startled me and woke me up from my deep sound sleep. All the villagers started screaming in fear and they were talking about the missing who were caught by the Nazis, which included my dear friend. It was one of my best friends, with whom I spread my tired heart. I just had to close my eyes to see us on our former street, living laughing.

A boy, with full ambition in his eyes, run to follow the Nazis. He was thinking to go help the lost. It was none other than the boy. A thought rose on me that also joined him, and we decided to follow them.

Actually. This trip made me think a lot. I literally admire the courage, indifference, courage, courage, the hope of good to the boy.

He went as far as he could on this path alone. He learned how to walk alone, how to carry others, how to cope, and solve his problems alone. What is left is a kind of loneliness that requires a lover to resolve. It is the need for physical intimacy, for intimacy, for emotional warmth from a life partner. So all he could do was hope that it would come, otherwise, he would be on a plateau, either suffering or real comfort, a kind of emotional-limbo.

When aggression is combined with deep love we call it passion, their strength exists in that perfect combination. Just as cooking dishes rarely resemble ingredients, so do these emotions of his.

Spending time with him really revived me. We saved my friend as well as the others. The journey taught me a lot of things, usually, people are united. We get the same color of blood moving in our veins. It does not matter, where a person is born or what his staff learns, we will still need him in our daily life, we will not live separately. All people are brothers and sisters. Even if a person is short-tempered, he somehow cares about the people around him.