This is a true story of a person posted by a person on social media, which is an exemplification for entire humanity and it strengthens the belief of a man in essence of Allah Almighty. This tragedy took place a person who believed that if don’t work, from where his family will eat. However, nature taught him a great lesson which is also a lesson for other people.
Some people sleep with their heads on pillows at the time of Fajr, some people cry with their heads on the prayer mat. The only difference is that those who sleep see beautiful dreams and those who cry get beautiful interpretations.
It is the story of 1970s when a citizen identified as Mr. Siddiqui stepped into the American library in Karachi and started reading. He was thirsty and kept drinking knowledge, topped in engineering in a few years and went to America. His aim was work, work and just work. He was the only graduate in his family, the only lucky one who got a job abroad and became the only breadwinner.
He tied a knot with a white American Margaret. Progress after progress, his own house, his own car, his own bank balance, he kept reaching milestones.
During 1983, Mr. Siddiqui returned to Pakistan with his wife. Everyone was very happy but the company called him back for an urgent task. He left Pakistan and asked his wife to return after a week, and left for America.
He reached New York after a long journey of 26 hours, opened the door of his house in the darkness of the night and came to bed and lay down face down, expecting to reach work in the morning. He barely set the alarm for six o’clock.
It was 11 o’clock when he opened eyes in the morning and he kept looking at the clock in surprise and worry for a long time. He tried to jump up from the bed but when he did, he could not move even an inch. He wanted to scream in panic but no sound could come out.
When Mr. Siddiqui was conquering the world in his dreams at night, at some point the nature had something else in mind. He had a stroke and by morning his body, his face and all his muscles were disabled from any kind of movement. His mind was working a little but he was having great difficulty. Thinking who he was? What is his name? Who are his wife, children, parents? He was forgetting everything. Losing memory is just like someone committing suicide in installments. Slowly, gradually, dimly, all those people whose existence we call life are leaving the mind. They live in the heart but the heart is a collection of feelings. The mind gives names and attributes to form.
It was the third day that he had been lying in bed. Mobile phones did not exist in those days, and even if they did, who was capable of moving his hands? The phone in the house kept ringing, sometimes the office people would call, sometimes the family in Pakistan.
In the current situation, even the dead probably would not have felt so helpless that they would at least have peace of mind that they were dead. They understood what a great blessing it was to die today.
The days kept passing on and on sixth day, by mistake, the postman saw the door open and came to greet Mr. Siddiqui, saying that he had good morals and that he always asked about his health when he saw the postman.
But the postman saw the open-eyed with motionless body and he called 911 for emergency. They came and picked him up. For the next nine months, Mr. Siddiqui was in a coma. From there, he regained consciousness and was transferred to a hospice rehabilitation center in Kentucky. People were kept here whose only cure was death itself. Days, weeks, months and years passed.
The wife thought that she had settled down with ‘someone else’ and forgotten him, she too got married somewhere else.
Siblings and relatives thought that the lust for money forced them to break all ties.
The father thought that his son had become busy with American life and had no time to take care of his family, he became angry and in that anger, the father passed away a few years later.
However, it was the only mother who waited until the last moment that one day her son would definitely return. She even made a will while dying that when her son came, she would definitely bring him to her grave.
It has been thirty-three years and four months since the occurrence of the said incident. Mr. Siddiqui (no one knows his full name) is still unable to speak, but he can eat and drink a little. For the past few months, a Pakistani has been coming to this center, his name is Shahid. When Shahid saw them, he would doubt that they were Pakistanis, but it was difficult to guess by looking at a clean-shaven old man who could not speak.
One day Mr. Shahid came up with a recipe, he took Pakistani chicken biryani from home and placed it in front of Mr. Siddiqui.
Only his eyes spoke in Mr. Siddiqui’s whole body, today they seemed to boil. The nurse would slowly put the biryani into his mouth with a spoon, but so many tears would mix in it that it would be difficult to guess whether the spoon contained more rice or tears.
These tears were proof that the person was either Pakistani or Indian. Shahid hugged the patient and both of them cried for lot of time.
Over the next six months, Shahid figured out who this person was, but now, after thirty-three years, finding his family was a big problem.
He took their pictures and posted them on Facebook. Within two weeks, he was in touch with Mr. Siddiqui’s ex-wife and sister.
This week, Mr. Siddiqui met his sister in a hospital in the United States. He could neither speak nor wave his hand, but tears come out even in paralysis.
Tonight, Shahid was thinking, what is the point of a man being arrogant and conceited? Nature has taken a man out of the running system for thirty-three years without death. He who thought that if he did not work, where would he eat? He was also made to sit, or rather lie down, and fed for thirty-three years. Just look at yourself. Assess all the diseases that you carry in your body and if any of them come out, you will not belong anywhere, then arrogance and conceit turn into tears and flow away.
Conclusion:
This does not mean that a person should not work hard, but it should not be such hard work that takes you away from Allah and leads you to arrogance and forces you to say that whatever you are earning is because of your hard work and ability. Whenever I meet a worldly person who says that if a person does not earn, then where will he eat? So be sure, I remember Mr. Siddiqui. As we leave, I only have one request that while thanking Allah for His blessings, we should live our lives with complete faith and hope in this Almighty. Because the elders say that hope gives peace to a person, while despair is disbelief.
