MEMOIRS OF AN ORPHAN

MEMOIRS OF AN ORPHAN

Hello Folks!

I often think about orphans regarding what becomes of them when their parent/parents are no more and they are left at the mercy of their relatives.

Today, I will share with you an insight regarding this. So let’s start. It’s not necessary that every orphan has to go through the same problems and pinches. Sometimes, we altogether,  have a very different experience.

A few months ago, I met one such person. A youth who is working in a medical organization as a medical attendant for the welfare of senior people.

A brief talk with him told a lot about his childhood experiences and the way society reacts towards orphans. So much to learn at such a tender age.

On inquiring about the traditional attitude of the relatives, both maternal and paternal toward him and the siblings, he had no complaints from the maternal side.

He was clear about one thing regarding maternal relatives which was that they were always at their back from childhood to adulthood. Never, did once he or the siblings felt like separate members of the family.

However, he felt grieved on the attitude of the paternal side who was never there for them when they needed them the most.

The only time, they contacted was, when they wanted the land/property. And the way the paternal relatives manipulated one of the siblings for their own benefit. So much so that it led to guilt and shame and the ultimate result was the death of the sibling.

They got what they wanted. But the siblings still await justice even today.

Sometimes, we don’t know where our actions would take us, and we can be easily fooled by clever people. Only sincere friends and family can save us from falling into these kinds of trap.

But sometimes, even friends and family can’t help us and we fall into an abyss resulting in a permanent loss.

Orphans are the most sensitive beings who look for love, care, and acceptance wherever they go. And if they find such people, they own them throughout their lives.

And if they don’t, they keep on searching for people who accept them. Being a medical attendant in Pakistan is not much of a rewarding career especially if the mindset of the employer is of a boss and not of a human being.

We, as individuals are kinder towards our pets but less sensitive to the needs of a human being who we often take for granted.

As far as orphans are concerned, the relatives know how to manipulate them to their own benefit later to discard them from the mainframe of work. It is heart aching to see such behavior always.

If relatives can be monsters then what to expect from society at large. They too are no less than a nightmare. An orphan, even at a tender age learns and absorbs the brutality/reality of life when he /she has to face them every second of the day.

How will all this shape one’s personality? You my, friends are intelligent to understand and interpret all this. Those of you who are guardians of orphans treat them well with utter responsibility and care.

And those of you who are thinking of becoming a guardian to them, place yourself in their footsteps and then act with love and care as you don’t know when fate can stop smiling at you.

It is small acts of kindness that pay us in the long run. Think about it. Until next time stay safe and healthy.

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INSPIRATIONS/HOW TRAVELLING CAN OPEN YOUR EYES?

 

INSPIRATIONS/HOW TRAVELLING CAN OPEN YOUR EYES?

Hello Folks!

We don’t need personalities or great achievers to get inspiration. One can also derive inspiration from https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/inspiration  common people having unbelievable qualities to make a change.

 

Here, is my story, how traveling can open one’s eyes to the atrocities/discrimination around us. Today, I will talk about such a person who has been my inspiration since childhood. So let’s talk about her.

I remember, Haiqa from my childhood memories of the 1980s. I was 5 years old then, traveling with my family to the U.S. My father was a government official who was deputed in the U.S to attend a study course at the University of Vanderbilt.

I had dreams as every child would have while traveling abroad, unaware of atrocities, awaiting us.

Asians and people from other Nationalities are valued with great esteem in our part of the world but to the outside world, we are bloody Paki’s or Brown Nation and may also be categorized at best as Indians as a compliment.

My first memory of Racism is an encounter at the  U.S Airport. This, I witnessed and observed through the body language of my father who then was in his early 40’s as I am today.

 

My father very politely addressed the white man (him )as “Sir’’, and asked him how to operate the vending machine?

He jerked his shoulders and with disgust on his face went away. I was too young to determine whether he was an American or belonged to some other nationality. My small brain only knew that he was white/fair and we were brown.

I kept on observing my father and the reactions of the passers-by who mostly were white/fair people. I could not find one white person who would stop and show a kind gesture of telling my father how to operate a vending machine.

My father looked at me and smiled and said, “it’s ok darling, we are new here and people don’t understand our accent.”

 

I smiled back at him and nodded ok. But in my heart, I knew, there was something wrong.

I turned around and looked at different people who were gazing at us. Feeling slighted and embarrassed, I hid behind my father.

In the meantime, I had already observed a Black man standing around the corner of the vending machine observing the attitudes of the passers-by.

After some time, he mustered up the courage and came to my father and told him how to operate the vending machine. My father thanked him a lot for the help.

I was very much impressed by the attitude of the Black person and how my father described his kindness.

The only topic of our discussion on the way to the University placed apartments was the kindness of the Black person and how we should be kind to each other irrespective of our color or race or language.

The reception committee in the apartment building was very cordial as far as I can remember. They gave us a warm welcome and showed my father the apartment where he was to stay for two years during his study.

There was a park in front of the building in which we lived. My mother used to watch us from the kitchen window while we sisters played in the playground.

It was the playground where I met Haiqa for the first time.

She was being bullied by American boys and as I recalled my experience at the Airport, how it made me feel; without thinking, I rushed to her rescue. When the boys saw me coming, running towards them, they were scared and ran off.

She looked at me, smiled, thanked me and we became best friends till my stay in the U.S. She was from Ghana.

She was my crime partner in eating the snacks her mother and my mom brought but we were happy. I don’t remember her parents that much but they never said anything regarding our friendship.

I remember one particular incident of Elevators that changed my life forever. They have always scared the hell out of me. And the elevator in our building was the sort that did not open if it was closed.

Once coming back from the playground, she and I were in the Elevator. The elevator opened on our floor and she went out. She knew elevators scared me. As soon as she got out, she called my nickname and said, Sherry, “come quickly before the elevator closes”.

I was about to get out when the elevator started closing.

She could see the fear in my eyes. Without hesitation, for a moment she placed her hand in front of the closing door of the elevator and said to me not to worry and get out.

I managed to get out but unfortunately, her hand was stuck in the elevator. I tried opening the elevator to take her hand out but it was of no avail.

I told her not to worry as I will get help. I ran to my mother and told her that Haiqa’s hand was stuck in the elevator. My mother then called her parents to let them know of the situation along with the maintenance people.

We all were there when the maintenance guys took her hand out of the stuck elevator.

I thank God every day that nothing happened to her. She changed my views about life forever.

 

I think about her every day and recall her attitude towards people of color.

How a small gesture can change someone’s life forever. Good deeds are never forgotten and come back time and again to smooth someone’s else life.

I wish her happiness and success wherever she is and have this desire that someday, our paths meet again.

And, I can show her, how I have graced over the years from a frustrated child to a graceful lady and how her attitude towards friends and unknown people has made me contribute my life’s learning in helping people around me and the globe.

Until next time stay safe and healthy.

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DOING SOMETHING SPECIAL ON FATHER’S DAY IN LOCKDOWN

 

DOING SOMETHING SPECIAL ON FATHER’S DAY IN LOCKDOWN

 

Hello folks!

We all know that parents are the founding stones in every child’s life be it good or bad. What matters at the end of the day is how we pay them back.

Today, I aim at talking, about doing something special for your fathers, on Father’s Day in lockdown. So let’s begin.

The first thing that you can do to make their day special is to express your love for them. This you can do by making them hand made cards. A card that is made with love and true heart feelings is worth a million-dollar gift.

The second thing that you can do to make father’s day special is to pamper them all day. Who doesn’t like being pampered even if it is for one day? As a practice, we all need to pamper them always.

The third thing you can do to make Father day special is to prepare a home-cooked meal consisting of their favorites. They might have a sweet tooth or have a liking for some special savory. You can always plan regarding the dishes you want to make.

The fourth thing you can do to make their day special is to pick up some of their favorite movies and watch with him on multimedia. Make it a day for him to remember.

The fifth thing you can do to make their day special is to connect him to other family members via a virtual call so everyone can be with him in his hour of enjoyment.

The sixth thing you can do to make Father day special in lockdown is to reassure them of your being present whenever they need you, especially in these times.

And lastly, let go of all the ill feelings you might have associated with your life. Have a big heart. Remember your childhood and their affection and love for you in that time.

Hard feelings always come back in times to come in the form of new generations. What you sow, shall you reap. So if you want to lead a happy, healthy life, it’s a good time to mend your relations with your alive parents.

Think about it.

Until next time, stay safe and healthy.

 

 

PATTERN

 

“Our parents deserve our honor and respect for giving us life itself. Beyond this they almost

always made countless sacrifices as they cared for and nurtured us through our infancy and

childhood provided us with the necessities of life and nursed us through physical illnesses

and the emotional stresses of growing up”.

Ezra Taft Benson