Life is the Second Name of Struggle

At the age of 4, he lost his mother. Love and care of a mother can never be replaced but his father played the role of a mother and brought him up. There were times when his classes ended up and the school was closed, he used to saw mothers of his fellows who came to pick them up, he started missing his own as well and desired to have the same love of a mother. His father did his level best not to make him feel that empty place, he used to wash clothes for his son, at times cook for him and was like a shield from both mother and father side. His father dream was to qualify him as the best doctor. That was a hard time when his father drop him in the boarding school to do his metric but this was done for his benefit. He was done with his metric and even got highest score in the school. That was the day when there were no limits of his father happiness. He bought him a radio as a reward. For further studies, he was admitted to another boarding college where he could complete his intermediate with pre medical subjects. He had to struggle another 2 years to have his father aim accomplished. His father used to ask him every now and then that when he is going to complete his intermediate, every time he used to answer “baba, just few more months to go.” His father counted every minute. A day comes when he completed his intermediate, he packed up each stuff and was ready to give his father a pleasant surprise that he has again topped the exams. He was on the way and his mind was captured by only one thing “how will I show this partial fulfilled dream of my father, he would be extremely happy to watch this.” Now he was too close to see his father excitement. He reached and entered the house with zest, saying a loud salam in ecstasy. But what he sees there? His father laying on a bed in extremely painful condition, he was anxiously turning here and there in that uncontrollable pain. That boy run towards his father, call his uncle and urgently took him to the nearest hospital but sigh!! nothing is in the human hands, his father ended his life journey leaving a son behind to mourn over. He shouted in pain but there was no one to listen or bring his father back.

He had no option just to go on without his real support, now he has just one aim in life which is to fulfill his father dream. He wiped off his tears and gets himself ready for this mission. He registered himself for entrance test of different medical colleges and appeared in the test. They say life is the name of struggle, he tried his best but unfortunately he failed to get admission in any medical college. He was discouraged but still he make his mind to work for this intend a year more. After a year, he again applied for those medical colleges and work even harder.  Again, luck was against his will, his father will and he gets a big ‘NO’ from medical. This time he was more disheartened as he has indirectly failed in cherishing his father desire. He thought of himself as a loser and kept on asking “ why me, why every time it’s me, why nature make things this harsh for me, why life is this tough, why it kills me inside???”

Life is the synonym of motion and it goes on, he have to opt for himself any other area. One of his friends guides him to convert his pre medical into pre engineering, to do add Mathematics. This idea suits him and he planned to prepare himself for engineering. Another year, another field, and this time he worked with not that much morale as he was already discouraged over the long run and was still thinking about his father ambition which was buried deep down. Still he worked hard because he thought that if he gets successful here, this may replace that unfulfilled dream which in turn would become the happiest moment for his late father and would somewhat satisfy his own insight as well, in doing so he applied for top class engineering university. Once a human is demoralized, his expectations from the future moments also lowered down. He did work for it but still was hopeless from everything. When the result was announced, with a hopeless sound he called his friend to watch out the result for him. His friend did so and called him. He was amazed when his friend told him that his name is displayed on the list. It was an unexpected moment for him, his happiness was uncontrolled. This was a ray of hope for him which again direct him towards his father mission. After engineering, he gets himself induced in army. Years of years struggle, finally he was successful in getting what he really admires.

Hence, from the above story it is concluded that we are all stuck in life’s mud and here every person have to work really hard, have to face crucial incidents, have to loose and have to gain on the way, only then he could cherish his dreams. These all helps a person grow stronger and it is the very essence of a fruitful and successful life. On the one side struggle is in the need but more important than this one is believe on Allah’s will, whatever He does is in the best interest of a person and it always happens for a reason. Although the subject of the above story fails in his ultimate wish but he gets the peak in another alternate area. He feels scattered on that particular moment when he sees his dreams falling down just in front of him but later he realizes that this was in the best interest of him.

 

By:   Sajeela Bakth

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