A Happy Day

How do we live a life to its fullest?

There is no scale or measuring instrument to judge this. We are all living and doing what we can do. Some of us go couple of steps further and by doing so, they consider themselves above from the rest. I agree with their point but those who don’t act alike, aren’t they living a life?

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image courtesy of Megan

I mean we are giving our best to be something in our own capacity. It doesn’t matter what others think about it. And since there is no judgement scenario to measure up our success, I say we all are winners. Yes, now you can party!!

But on a serious note here, we are all living our life to the fullest right now. Right at this very moment.

Here is my secret for living a life at its fullest. Yes, I’m giving it you absolutely free and I will not ask anything in return, even if this secret of mine makes you a billionaire.

Stay happy and spread happiness!!

Big or small, day or night, no matter where you are or what you do. Just follow this and you will notice a change. A change that will not only impact your life but also the lives of your loved ones as well as strangers too.

This small secret brightened up my last Friday. What I’m about to tell is all true as it happened to me:

I had to make a stop at local super market after office to buy milk and other things for Uzair (my son). I was carrying two giant shopping bags in both hands and my shoulder bag. While waiting for a bus at the stop, I started to think about spending more than Rs 20/- today because:
A) I was very much late and feeling tired too
B) The weight of those 2 shopping bags was killing me

So I decided to go home on rickshaw instead. I signaled one and the driver stopped. In Karachi, majority of rickshaws don’t have fare meters on them because of so many reasons. So, if you are hiring a rickshaw or taxi in Karachi, you first have to do negotiations on the fare.

Okay, long story short, I had to do the same and the driver asked me for Rs 150/-. Normally, I could go to my home from that stop in just Rs 20/- but because of 2 reasons I have mentioned above, I had no choice but to spend extra Rs 130/- that day. I offered Rs 100/- to the driver, to which he agreed after thinking for about 2 seconds. I sat in the rickshaw and it drove off.

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While driver was busy driving up, I wondered why he agreed to my Rs 100/- offer instead of insisting on what he asked for, which was Rs 150/-. I then compared myself and that rickshaw driver. I realized today I spent my whole day in a fully air-conditioned office, sat on a comfortable chair, chatted with my colleagues, ate a superb home-made lunch and kept on making plans for the weekend.

On the other hand, this rickshaw driver may have left his home before even sunrise today. He endured the hot weather all day long while waiting for customers. He must have a family to feed and what if, I’m his very first customer today. These and many such thoughts turned my inner self upside down. I realized that I’m very much gifted as compare to this rickshaw driver. He literally has to sweat up his arse to earn a living while I don’t. I enjoy a chilled up environment every weekday and receives salary in my account every month.

But he don’t work in an air-conditioned office. He earn his living by driving a 3-wheeler vehicle on the roads of Karachi everyday. Day or night, hot or cold, he must drive his rickshaw in order to drive up not only his life but of his family too. Thoughts like these flooded up my mind and I made a decision. I decided to pay not only what he asked for initially but to also give him few extra. So I told the driver to take a bit closer to home instead of the stop I mentioned to him earlier. He pulled over there and after I stepped out of rickshaw, I handed him over what he truly deserve.

After seeing that amount, which he definitely didn’t expected even in his wildest dreams, he just said this to me: May ALLAH Bless You!

As soon as I heard it, my heart filled with every color known to a human eye. The very tone of those 3 words from that rickshaw driver’s mouth made me realized that I made him happy today. And best of all, I was chosen by ALLAH ALMIGHTY to make a person, a total stranger, happy today.

What could I ask for more?

 

 

 

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14 thoughts on “A Happy Day

  1. In French that would be “Dieu te bénisse!” instead of “God bless you”. But in all languages you are blessed by Allah who has given you the idea and the possibility to give some help, consideration, and love to a fellow human being 🙂

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    1. Yes, you are right. That trip made me more thankful as well as happy. I realized what I have and what it is meant for. Others may not be like me when it comes to make a decent living. I can give a hand whenever possible

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    2. Just do not do what I did:when I had money, I spent it on friends and causes (mostly in Rwanda) and I do not regret it: they needed it. But I forgot myself … and The Girls. And there came a time when there was nothing to eat at home. I always managed (just) for The Girls but these were hard times. So, never forget your first loves: your wife and your son, and your family. Sometimes less favoured friends. I did it and I am still “suffering” from this stupid mistake – and my friends from Rwanda as well: I could have made things smoother.

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    3. there is enough to eat every day now, and to have electricity, water, etc. But I have to be very careful and count every cent; there is no money to spend on me; I must be careful each time I buy something for The Girls. But They benefit from a State Health allowance, being disabled, and I have alerted my solicitor and a social worker for me: sometimes Western brothers and sisters fight among them when parents die and each wants more than what decided in the last will and testament. My solicitor is helping me having a roof over our heads (The Girls’ and mine) and providing me some money to make Them (and myself) live as I have been left their care and guardianship.
      My years of giving to Rwanda were before I was responsible for The Girls. I never did really care for me… Not eating was not really a problem. I thought there were more needs over there. Now, it is different with the two Girls! They come foremost. 🙂

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    4. Looks to me what you did in Rwanda was with pure heart and since Girls weren’t with you then, you just followed your heart. It was in good intention obviously. Fighting over last will is among children in case parents die is also very common here. A good thing my father did few years ago. He opened up individual savings accounts of all family members which is a helping us a lot.
      You are doing such an excellent job in providing Girls all the happiness they can have. Not everyone can do so.

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    5. The French attitude during the Rwanda genocide was beyond and beneath all fault. We let barbary prosper before our eyes.
      My parents bore this like a sin made by the country and some but we are part of this country and they had to do our best for Rwanda in atonement for the French sins.
      When I came into some money, I did the same.
      Now, I have to go on with and through other means, with making The Girls as happy as possible. 🙂

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