There was a dent in the door of a Toyota Corolla. Its owner never had the dented door repaired. When anyone asked, he would simply say, “In the race of life, one should not go so fast that one has to hit a brick to stop the car.”
The listener would be slightly surprised to see the moisture in his eyes and then shake his head, not understanding;
-Whether you will hear a whisper or listen to a brick!
A young business manager was driving his brand new Toyota Corolla from his office to his house in DHA, passing through a backward area that was located on the outskirts. Suddenly, he saw a small child running towards the road and slowed down the car. But still, he saw the child throwing something. With a thud, a brick hit the door of his new car. He immediately braked and got out of the car and saw the door, which had a fairly large dent on it.
He ran away in a rage and grabbed the child who was throwing bricks and shook him hard. “Are you blind, you son of a madman? Will your father pay for this?” he shouted.
The child, wearing a dirty, dirty shirt, had a mixed expression of regret and helplessness on his face.
“Sir, I don’t know what else to do?
I kept running with my hands raised but no one heard me.” He said something in broken Urdu. Suddenly, tears welled up in his eyes and he pointed to a low area on the road. “My father has fallen over there. He is very heavy. I couldn’t get up, what should I do, Sir?”
The business executive’s face was filled with surprise and he moved towards the low area with the child. He saw a disabled person lying face down in the mud and a wheelchair lying next to him. It seemed that perhaps due to the weight, the wheelchair could not be held by the child and fell down, along with the cooked rice that the father and son had probably asked for from somewhere.
“Sir, please. Lift my father and make him sit on the chair.” Now the child in the dirty shirt was regularly sobbing.
The young executive felt a noose around his neck. He understood the matter and felt a lot of regret for his anger. Without caring about his suit, he went forward and with all his strength, groaning, lifted the disabled person and somehow made him sit on the wheelchair. The child’s father was in a strange condition and his face was covered with scratches.
He ran to his car and took fifty thousand from his wallet and put it in the disabled person’s pocket with trembling hands. Then he cleaned his scratches with tissue paper and pushed the wheelchair up. The child kept looking at him with tears of gratitude and then took his father and walked towards his hut. His father kept raising his hands towards the sky and praying for the young man.
Later, the young man opened a slum school for the slum dwellers with the help of a charity and in the coming years, the child, along with many other children, joined the race of life by reading and writing.
That Toyota Corolla remained with him for another five years, but he did not get the dented door repaired. Whenever anyone asked him, he would simply say, “In the race of life, one should not run so fast that one has to stop the car by hitting a brick.”
The one above sometimes whispers in our ears and sometimes speaks to our hearts. When we refuse to listen to him, he sometimes throws a brick at us.
Then we have to listen to that talk.
While we are running for the happiness of job, business, family, wife and children, there are many silent screams and whispers scattered around us. It would be good if we listen to the whispers around us so that we don’t get the chance to throw bricks at us. 😔😔😔
Ruh Man
From the heart of Muhammad Mujib Akram 🌹🌹