"Pick a Word, Paint a Story #18"
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Hello My Steemain Friends ,
How are you. I hope you people of steemian are good and enjoy your life . Well I am well. May God bless you all. Today I am writing about an interesting and knowledgeable contest which is launched by @senehasa all time my favourite topic ""PICK A WORD, PAINT A STORY #18"" So, in this post I am going to share my point of view about this topic
Sorrows
There are many sorrows in the world, people are facing sorrows in different forms. But sometimes listening to someone's sorrow hurts so much that whether you have seen it or not, whether you know or recognize them. But listening to their sorrow tears automatically start falling from the eyes. Because when a person connects himself with that sorrow and thinks, his heart melts.
I will tell you about such a true story, it has been 5 years since the incident happened, but still whenever that incident comes to mind, the heart automatically melts and it hurts a lot.
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There is a group of our Mahila Mandal, where there are at least 40 to 45 women. And there are many people in it, whom we do not even know, we only recognize by face. So 5 years ago, there is a member of our group, whose name is Meenu Agarwal. He was always ahead in social activities, whether it was reciting a poem or performing a play, he was always ahead. He used to laugh and joke a lot.
There were only three people in his house, Meenu Agarwal, her husband and her son. Her son was of marriageable age and they were looking for a girl for his marriage and the boy had a very good job. There was no problem of any kind in their house. "Small family, happy family" they had proved this line to be true.
Just a while back they had got their house renovated and now they have to get their son married. But suddenly they met with an accident which ruined their whole life. Their son used to reach home by 5:00 am after doing a night shift job and would call his mother from the way saying mummy I am coming. Please open the door, like everyday he called today also.
His mother opened the gate, but when he did not come for a long time, his mother started getting worried, so she woke up her husband that the son has not come yet. Her husband also got worried after hearing this, he could not understand why the son had not reached home yet when he was on the way. He went on the route by which his son used to come and found out that his son's car collided with a truck and he died on the spot.
As soon as this news came on the group, everyone was shocked. Everyone sat down holding their hearts and those who connected their pain with that mother's pain, thought that when a mother's young son dies, how must that mother's heart be feeling. And when a father lifts the dead body of his young son on his shoulder, his heart must be in his mouth. Whoever heard this news, his heart was pierced with sorrow.
No one had words to console those parents. Because there is no such word in this world that can console a parent on the death of their child. May God not give such pain to anyone.
Ever since his son died, he has stopped participating in social work activities. The smile has disappeared from his face. Now it is heard that he only does charity in the name of his son. He has dedicated his entire life in the name of his son. My only prayer to God is that he may give him strength to bear this immense sorrow.
I would invite my few friends , @mohammadfaisal , @fantvwiki , @max-pro , @lirvic
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