One Picture And One Story Week #72

Wishing all my beautiful sisters and brothers in the community of “Steem For Pakistan” are well by the grace of Almighty Allah. I’m so grateful to our respected @Suboohi Madam for arranging this amazing contest and allowing us to share some unknown stories in us. The reason I’m here today to participate in ''Contest Alert ⚠️ 1 Picture 1 Story Week #72''.

Before starting today’s story I would not like to miss the opportunity to invite some of my Steemian fellows - @bimanakhan, @kalidsyfulla, @saikat01, and @shadow04 to participate in this amazing contest.

In a small quiet village, there lived a boy named Abdullah. He was very calm, kind, slow and a potter. The delicate clay works made by his hands were very popular with everyone. He earned his living through this work. All the villagers praised him a lot and everyone in the village knew him for this talent. He was the only one in his family. Neither of his parents were alive. He was busy with his work all day and did not like to spend time with anyone or talk to anyone.

There was another girl in this village named Fatima. The girl was very lively, sociable and intelligent. She was very famous in the village for her lively and sociable nature. She always kept all the people around her very delighted and tried, to assist all the villagers as much as Fatema could. At the end of the village, she lived with her grandmother in a small hut because her parents left this world after a few days her birth.

One day, Fatima was roaming around the village, and without knowing she came across the house of Abdullah. Fatima was very surprised to see Abdullah's creative pottery work and praised his work a lot. But Abdullah did not thank her or express gratitude in return. Instead, Abdullah was busy with his own work. This surprised Fatima a lot. Fatima left there as usual.

The next day, Fatima again went to Abdullah's house and was fascinated by his pottery. That day, Abdullah was making a vase. Fatima went and sat next to him and said, "How do you give such a beautiful shape to a small piece of clay?" Abdullah smiled slightly in response. Then Fatima asked, "Will you teach me this beautiful art?" Abdullah replied slowly, "Yes, of course." Thus began their journey together. Abdullah would work on pottery and Fatima would occasionally come and sit next to him, talk, sing, or recite poems. Gradually, a very beautiful friendship developed between them. Abdullah was able to create many more beautiful pottery works during this time, which were much more attractive than his previous creations. Together, they created very beautiful pottery works. All the villagers were noticing this change in him and everyone was happy in their hearts.

Abdullah shared some parts of his life with Fatima that he had never shared with anyone before. Abdullah told her that his father and mother had a very loving relationship that gave him great joy. But his father died in an accident and his mother, unable to bear this grief, left this world. He loved his father and mother very much and he gradually started to remember that if he loved someone and if the person he loved left this world or left him, he would not be able to bear this pain. For this reason, he did not talk much to others and was not interested in creating any kind of relationship with others. He learned this pottery from his parents. When she does this, she feels very close to her parents and this feeling brings immense peace to her heart. Hearing these words, Fatima feels very sad for Abdullah and she returns to her heart very sad.

The next day, Fatima went to Abdullah again. And told him, “You should try to live with everyone without hiding yourself. We all have achievements and achievements in our lives, so you should not deprive yourself of love.” He also said that you should find someone who will love you a lot. His love will remove the scars of your past.” After that, they both spent a very good time and Fatima returned to her house.

After Fatima left, Abdullah thought deeply about these words of hers and could not sleep all night. The next day, Fatima did not come, which made Abdullah even more restless. Several days passed like this, but Fatima did not come again. Abdullah was becoming very restless thinking about me and kept thinking about her. He could not do his work properly and could not concentrate on his work in any way. He gradually realized that he had fallen in love with Fatima. But this love was not for Fatima’s external beauty. Abdullah loved Fatima for her soft, innocent heart, intelligence, and compassion for others. He decided to go to Fatima's house and express the love he had hidden into his heart for Fatima.

The next morning, he left for Fatima's home and saw Fatima sitting on the bank of the river beside of her house. Fatima was very surprised to see Abdullah and asked, "Why are you here?" Abdullah very calmly and slowly said in response that, "Can I sit next to you?" Fatima was a little surprised and replied, "Yes, of course." Abdullah sat next to Fatima and gave her a rose. Fatima silently accepted it. Abdullah then said, "Fatima, you have changed my life. You have taught me to feel anew. You have awakened the feeling of love into me."
Hearing Abdullah's words, Fatima's eyes filled with full of tears. Abdullah also said, “Fatema, I have fallen in love with you. I have seen a ray of hope in you. Will you make me a part of your beautiful world?”

Hearing Abdullah’s proposal, she was so overwhelmed with emotion, with tears in her eyes she nodded her head to say yes. Abdullah told Fatema by placing his hand on her head and saying with affection, “I will never hurt you and will love you always like this for the rest of my life.”

After a few days, their wedding ceremony was held in the presence of all the villagers and also with their blessings. The two of them and all the villagers were very satisfied and happy with this wedding. After the wedding, both of them were very happy and cheerful and spent their days happily. They always inspired each other and it was very beautiful to find understanding between them. This deep love between them became an example for the entire village.

The moral of this story that I am sharing today with all of you is that love has an infinite power to heal very deep and old wounds into our hearts. Love gives us strength and inspires us to live a new. Our life is very short, so in this short life, we will never close the door of love in our hearts, we will open it for everyone.