There is paradise under the feet of the mother and the father is the door of paradise. Someone has said that if father burns in the sun and mother burn on the stove, then children grow up. Father's Day comes only once a year, but the source of love for mother and father always flows in my heart. Hardly, anyone, there will be a day when parents are not met in a dream. It is really surprising that some of my loved ones are buried in Lahore and some in Kasur, some in Multan and some in Sahiwal but all the loved ones are often seen together in dreams.
I already know what wisdom is, but I know that my parents did not leave me even though they passed away physically. Everyone claims to love their mother, but the father is a little harsh. That is why the love of children is more towards mothers. Maybe I am one of those people who love their father twice as much as they love their mother.
Mohsin Pakistan and I do not forget the statement of Dr. Abdul Qadir, a nuclear scientist, that when my mother scolded us for something, we took refuge in the arms of my father. I had the same situation, but my father was very strict when it was evening. If we had sat down to teach in the light of a lantern, as soon as we made a mistake, their heavy slap would have been received on my cheek. If I looked at my face in the small mirror, the fingerprints of my father's hand would be visible on my cheeks.
To allay my anger, my father would take me to the sweet shop and take four ice cubes. Give me something to eat. He knew that I like snow very much, so the price of a slap would be four times as much as snow. The world of love for my father was that I could not sleep without him. Once he went to Lahore Medical College. Let me tell you here that as many running staff as there are in Pakistan Railways, they get their eyes checked once a year.
Sitting in a dark room, the eye specialist checks the level of vision. To pass this examination, poor railway employees used to pay bribes from their limited monthly salary. Without bribes, nothing happens in the railways. The pension money announced by the government is given only to the widow who pays a bribe to the concerned clerk. However, the father would have left for Lahore in the morning car and would have returned in the car at 7 pm.
I would sit on the platform of the railway station waiting for my father. If my father was ever stopped in Lahore for further examination, I would stay up all night. When my father came back from Lahore, he would bring me an envelope full of ropes. The gift of Lahore ropes would be a real reward for a rural child. Educated up to 4th and 4th class in Radha Ram (Habibabad) Primary School.
At that time, the first three classes were taken by Master Sahib orally. I had a strange problem when my father was in front of me to be reminded. The questions and the mountains would have been memorized. At the teacher's order, I would have made a fuss and would have passed at the same time.
In this way, I passed the first and second-grade exams when the day of the third-grade exam came and my father was on duty. But I could not stand on the other side of the mud wall of the school and despite searching, I could not see his face. The teacher started taking exams. The teacher who asked, I would be silent after hearing the question. As a result, he failed.
When he reached home with his mouth hanging open, his father had also reached home in the evening after finishing his duty. He smiled and asked, "My son has passed." I hung my head and said no, my father has failed me, my father is very angry about this. Aya. The next day he took me with him to the school and told Headmaster Ibrahim Sahib that my son could not fail, you should take his exam in front of me.
The teacher refused to take the exam saying that now the exam cannot be taken again. The headmaster was a friend of my father. He said, "What is this LLB exam that can't be repeated? Take the exam in front of us now." At the order of the headmaster, the teacher started asking me questions. I would look at my father's face and answer the question.
In this way, I passed with the best marks. Both the headmaster and the teacher sat down holding their heads and saying this child. He loves his father so much, how can he live without a father. These words of the headmaster still resonate in my ears today. But my love for my father never diminished as long as he was alive. He used to be their shadow. When he passed away 26 years ago, mine was with him Who says I will die, I am a river, I will go down to the sea.
I already know what wisdom is, but I know that my parents did not leave me even though they passed away physically. Everyone claims to love their mother, but the father is a little harsh. That is why the love of children is more towards mothers. Maybe I am one of those people who love their father twice as much as they love their mother.
Mohsin Pakistan and I do not forget the statement of Dr. Abdul Qadir, a nuclear scientist, that when my mother scolded us for something, we took refuge in the arms of my father. I had the same situation, but my father was very strict when it was evening. If we had sat down to teach in the light of a lantern, as soon as we made a mistake, their heavy slap would have been received on my cheek. If I looked at my face in the small mirror, the fingerprints of my father's hand would be visible on my cheeks.
To allay my anger, my father would take me to the sweet shop and take four ice cubes. Give me something to eat. He knew that I like snow very much, so the price of a slap would be four times as much as snow. The world of love for my father was that I could not sleep without him. Once he went to Lahore Medical College. Let me tell you here that as many running staff as there are in Pakistan Railways, they get their eyes checked once a year.
Sitting in a dark room, the eye specialist checks the level of vision. To pass this examination, poor railway employees used to pay bribes from their limited monthly salary. Without bribes, nothing happens in the railways. The pension money announced by the government is given only to the widow who pays a bribe to the concerned clerk. However, the father would have left for Lahore in the morning car and would have returned in the car at 7 pm.
I would sit on the platform of the railway station waiting for my father. If my father was ever stopped in Lahore for further examination, I would stay up all night. When my father came back from Lahore, he would bring me an envelope full of ropes. The gift of Lahore ropes would be a real reward for a rural child. Educated up to 4th and 4th class in Radha Ram (Habibabad) Primary School.
At that time, the first three classes were taken by Master Sahib orally. I had a strange problem when my father was in front of me to be reminded. The questions and the mountains would have been memorized. At the teacher's order, I would have made a fuss and would have passed at the same time.
In this way, I passed the first and second-grade exams when the day of the third-grade exam came and my father was on duty. But I could not stand on the other side of the mud wall of the school and despite searching, I could not see his face. The teacher started taking exams. The teacher who asked, I would be silent after hearing the question. As a result, he failed.
When he reached home with his mouth hanging open, his father had also reached home in the evening after finishing his duty. He smiled and asked, "My son has passed." I hung my head and said no, my father has failed me, my father is very angry about this. Aya. The next day he took me with him to the school and told Headmaster Ibrahim Sahib that my son could not fail, you should take his exam in front of me.
The teacher refused to take the exam saying that now the exam cannot be taken again. The headmaster was a friend of my father. He said, "What is this LLB exam that can't be repeated? Take the exam in front of us now." At the order of the headmaster, the teacher started asking me questions. I would look at my father's face and answer the question.
In this way, I passed with the best marks. Both the headmaster and the teacher sat down holding their heads and saying this child. He loves his father so much, how can he live without a father. These words of the headmaster still resonate in my ears today. But my love for my father never diminished as long as he was alive. He used to be their shadow. When he passed away 26 years ago, mine was with him Who says I will die, I am a river, I will go down to the sea.
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