Makafat E Amal

A little girl who was ten years old. Every day she would take lunch to her shop for her father. Sometimes her cousin would be with her. But most of the time she would be alone. There was a kind of instruction to come home from the road. Not even looking at the streets. When he was with his cousin, he would do mischief all the time. He would come home from the streets by racing on a bicycle. Even then, the girl would have started coming home by the same route..because she had become accustomed to this route..and there would be an alley on the way which we all used to call Jamanwali Alley..there was a darzen houses at the end of this alley And her husband had opened a shop in Beithak. It was small and modest. But there was a thread tube of every color. We also used to bring a tube and Bikram from there.

 One day the girl was coming alone. It was very hot and it was two or three o'clock in the afternoon. At that time, the streets are usually deserted. And the doors of people's houses are closed. She saw from a distance that someone The fat girl is running towards the shop. Her heart is pounding. The fear of loneliness is gone. When I reached the front of the shop, I raised my head without any intention. She was even younger than me. She was trying to fit in her arms. The girl was trying to open her arms to save herself. I stood there to watch. And my uncle still told me. Didn't see..the girl came out and started running, then uncle twisted her arm and pushed her on the bench at the back of the shop..After some action he started pushing her towards the door again..it was no longer a spectacle to stand and watch Let's go Because it was sitting and a door opened in the house..and in the house I had a golden lock on the gate..my understanding at that time was that like the stories of Amr Ayyar and Tarzan, some evil giant had a princess or a fairy. Has been annoyed ... let's go son in action.

I ran and climbed the stairs of the shop..I am fearless..I am brave..I am brave..This time says..And I am really all this..I say this..I hit the tiffany eating on the showcase. Uncle noticed. What's going on? I have a beard like Tarzan. It's different. My legs were shaking a little. The girl got up and ran away. At the same time, I also looked at my grave. I had to become here too. Years passed..I missed that girl..and also complained to God why he showed me this scene when I didn't even understand..it was the first year of my Masters that I had a friend in the neighborhood. I had to go to a party at his house..I was surprised to see this darzen with a girl reading a party there..I also remembered her father..and also my childhood thing..I was shaken inside..so that day What was happening and what was going to happen.

Oh god

Then one day I heard the news that the girl who was a memorizer..she was a scholar..she used to have a party..the same girl with a beautiful face..who had all the understanding of religion and the world..the boy of the neighborhood She had been living an illegal life for some time. One day she left everything and went with the boy in the dark of night. Everyone was saying that it was the boy's fault that he had seduced the pious girl. She was saying that it was the father's fault and sin ... that the girl had to suffer ... and my God erased my pride by reacting to that action.

You will trample on someone's honor. Then your honor will be trampled. And whoever wronged someone, he will not be able to escape the wrath of God. Do not be a tyrant. Otherwise, the Merciful God will become wrathful. And he will also become the advocate of the oppressed. Then the oppressor will suffer. And the oppressed will be rewarded. With peace of heart. With his love. And with ease.