THE KIND OF MONEY, SIMILAR IS THE KIND OF CONDITION
MY HEART’S ACCOUNT
What I saw, heard and thought
FROM THE EDITOR’S DESK
A powerful young, handsome, 23 years old was sitting decently in front of me dressed in jeans and cotton shirt. On my inquiring the reason for his visit, he started laughing loudly. When I questioned his mother she told me that she is miserable. ‘My husband is a big officer and will retire soon. I have three sons. The eldest has completed his education and doing an excellent job but the whole day he is busy with mobile phone, SMS, girls and clubbing. My second son is following his footsteps too. Once he lost 2 million in gambling. This is my third son and he is mad. Have I come to the world to collect these miseries?’ On this, she started sobbing and that young man starting staring at his mother’s face. After a while, he started behaving oddly. I tried a lot to curtail him but he could not be controlled. After all, his guard was called from outside who held him and sat. His mother told me that he behaves similarly at home; breaks glasses and dishes, breaks glasses of the car. He becomes so powerful that he cannot be controlled even by 5 men. He shouts all the time, cries, laughs. His uncle murdered his own father by stabbing him with a hammer. Uncle was then sent to mental asylum where he killed many people; punched few and killed others by strangling them. 10 men have to stop him; no clue as to from where he gets all the power as he is 65 years old. My daughter abuses and swears a lot and makes noise. She is also abnormal and troubles the whole day. My home is the centre and place of distressed life. I am tired of this life’. She added more while crying, “It was the worst day of my life when I agreed for this proposal. My mother asked me for my consent and I said yes. Afterwards I got to know that his grandfather was very cruel and got many people murdered. Rizq-e-haraam came from all means. He was a big Chowhdry. Nobody could say anything in front of him. He faced a bad death himself. His son are working at high posts but haraam is entering homes; there is money, cars, heavy gold bangles & necklace sets, best sets of water, tea, crockery, glass, flooring and tables but the houses are troubled and disturbed. They are not houses but mental asylums. I feel like dying.” On saying this, she started crying loudly.
Readers! Is the cure to such pain is in the medicines of multi-national companies, or in the packets of Hakeems, or in the talismans of aamils, or in the efforts for rizq-e-halal, or in giving charhawas on big darbaars, or in the requests to duas by heirs or nazars in melas? Answer me. What do we want? Is the main reason for finishing this pain is in rizq-e-halal or is it in these temporary solutions. It is true that I am in favor of duas, rather I tell aamaals myself but the pain of the disease would not go unless it is treated 100% completely. Come! Let’s pay attention towards the 100% treatment; its bitter but it is reality.
