Heart-touching writing and a moment of thought for cruel people*
*Division of sustenance*
It has been my habit since my childhood that when I bought anything from the local shop, they wrapped it in a piece of newspaper and after using the item I must look and read the piece.
*It was 2007,* I was doing CSS at that time in Islamabad. When fresh jalebi was being made in the market, when he bought it, the piece of newspaper that came with it changed his whole life.
It happened that a column was hidden on that piece. The columnist's name is no longer remembered, but what he wrote is remembered word for word, but it is remembered. Read it too.
He wrote:
Yesterday I went to my business friend's office, had tea, chatted and it was time to go home. While leaving the office, the clerk came and made a complaint that Mr. So-and-so is lazy, does not work, the driver also agreed with him.
That friend of mine said if he doesn't work, why is he hired, fire him. I immediately interjected and said, "Wouldn't it be better to talk to him once, do you know he has some problems?" Then I narrated an incident to my friend.
"Sheikh Sahib was employed in a modest office in Lahore, days passed by that the man of that office liked him and thus Sheikh Sahib got married in his family.
Nature was kind to Sheikh Sahib, day turned into night and night into day and Sheikh Sahib went from one shop to a market and then from one factory to two, four, and then the owner of unknown number of factories.
The song rained, two children were born. Sheikh Sahib bought an apartment from a rented room and then a two-kanal house in a very posh area of Lahore. When the financial need arose, Sultan, coming from Chakwal, was taken out of the factory and employed in his house at a monthly salary of fifteen hundred rupees.
The Sultan was a very polite and self-disciplined person, never quarreled with anyone, never had any enmity, never complained. Once Sheikh Sahib returned home from some work at ten o'clock in the day and parked the car at the door, saying that he had to go back to the office. God knows what happened between the door and the entrance of the house, the pipe slipped from the Sultan's hand while watering the plants and a sharp spray fell on the Sheikh Sahib's clothes...
Sheikh got wet. The Sultan fell at his feet, mumbled and apologized that he had made a mistake. But Sheikh Sahib's mind was on heaven. Don't get angry, don't see, don't see, stand there and fire the Sultan. He said leave this house before evening.
The sultan left the house with a bundle of poor things and sat by the door, so that he might call him back if his anger cools down by the evening. In the evening Sheikh Sahib came back, saw the Sultan still sitting, asked the guard to push him out, he should not be seen here, when the morning came, the Sultan had gone. God knows where he went.
As time went by, Sheikh Sahib's rapidly growing business and factories began to come to a standstill. Business growth gradually slowed down. But Sheikh Sahib was very satisfied with life.
Then a fire broke out in a factory, the entire factory was burnt to ashes. Some workers were also burnt. Sheikh sat down and got a shock of crores. When the business started to suffer, bills started falling on Sheikh Sahib's forehead.
The elder son was a university student, he died on an outing with his friends, and on his way back he had an accident and left the world young. Sheikh's back was broken.
Loss after loss. After selling the Kothi of two Kanals, they moved into the public-style neighborhood of Ten Marle. When there was nothing to do with the intellect, the feet went to the fakirs, that maybe some prayer would help and the ruined life would be restored again. After selling the rest of the business and mortgaging some other properties, took a loan from the bank and gave the younger son a new business.
His partner's friend cheated and often lost money. Sheikh Sahib passed away at the age of sixty.
One day an old acquaintance came to visit him, he felt very sorry when he saw the situation. He said that Sheikh Sahib is an old man who has come from India. He is a great man of God. He is staying in a house near Data Sahib for a few days.
The Sheikh immediately got ready. Reached this house, met, explained the problem. He closed his eyes, remained in a state of meditation for some time, then opened his eyes, saw the Sheikh and said! "Why did you expel the Sultan?"
As if an apocalypse broke on the Sheikh's head, an unstoppable stream of tears flowed from his eyes, the Sheikh fell at the feet of the elder, and started asking for forgiveness. The old man said to him, listen to me. The Lord is Sustainer, He will surely provide sustenance, but He will make human beings the source of it.
In the eyes of the Lord, each of us is a source of someone else's sustenance. If you refuse to be a resource, then the sustenance of your share which you were getting as a compensation from this resource will end.
You used to get lakhs and crores to give fifteen hundred rupees to the Sultan. You stopped them, the higher up stopped paying you. Now go and find the Sultan, if he agrees, forgives, then your days will be over.
Sheikh's world turned upside down, he came home banging his head and kept looking for old papers to find some address of the Sultan, an identity card, any other information. If nothing was found, the sheikh went mad to the sultan
But Sultan was not found.
Searching for the younger son, he came to Chakwal base and brought his father back to Lahore. But the peace of the Sheikh's heart was lost. A few days later, the Sheikh disappeared from the house again, so the son knew where to find him.
When he reached Chakwal, he saw his father sitting on the ground, putting ashes on his head and saying, Sultan, where are you, Sultan, where are you? The son himself brought the father back crying. After a few days, the Sheikh died."
The columnist wrote, I told my friend this whole story and said to him, "Don't take out the poor man, his livelihood is connected with your livelihood, the Lord will give him from somewhere else so that he has someone to make a resource for him." There is no dearth of things, but lest you be deprived of this compensating blessing.
Thirteen years have passed since I read this episode. Believe me, it changed my life. I became very careful with finances. If someone is left with 12, then do not ask that the compensation received from the above is not reduced.
I also tried to find and be a resource in good faith, I tried to take care of those who deserved it. I have never been bored in these thirteen years. More than one resource was found and I kept moving forward.
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