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Reflection: Touching Moments in Life
Please share some of yours!
A touching moment I would like to share took place 7 years ago when I went to my parents' hometown of Chakwal in northern Pakistan near Rawalpindi.
Picture row houses (one connected to the other on both sides...typical Pakistani-style homes in small towns). This is how my paternal grandparents' home is. Across the street, my grandparents' (God rest their souls) had a few more smaller-sized homes which, at that time, they had rented out to some Pathan families that wanted to settle this way and were "testing the waters" of beautiful Chakwal.
There was specifically this one Pathan young woman who would come to our main house to fill her "ghara" with water and take it back for her family which just consisted of her husband and a small child. Every time she would come to fill the ghara with water, she would be wearing the same peach cotton outfit that had rips in various places and a stained white cotton dupata over her head. She must've been much younger than me yet seemed a lot older. One time she caught me looking at her so she hid her face in her dupata with embarrassment with piercing green eyes looking right back at me. I will never forget the image because it would tug at my heart looking at her trying to survive for the well-being of her child and husband.
I often wonder where this family may be today and hope that Allah mian has blessed it and others like it with many riches.
We tend to take so much for granted in our daily, comfortable lives. At times it is good to just sit back, try putting ourselves in others' shoes, and reflecting because that girl could be any one of us at any point in our lives.
A touching moment I would like to share took place 7 years ago when I went to my parents' hometown of Chakwal in northern Pakistan near Rawalpindi.
Picture row houses (one connected to the other on both sides...typical Pakistani-style homes in small towns). This is how my paternal grandparents' home is. Across the street, my grandparents' (God rest their souls) had a few more smaller-sized homes which, at that time, they had rented out to some Pathan families that wanted to settle this way and were "testing the waters" of beautiful Chakwal.
There was specifically this one Pathan young woman who would come to our main house to fill her "ghara" with water and take it back for her family which just consisted of her husband and a small child. Every time she would come to fill the ghara with water, she would be wearing the same peach cotton outfit that had rips in various places and a stained white cotton dupata over her head. She must've been much younger than me yet seemed a lot older. One time she caught me looking at her so she hid her face in her dupata with embarrassment with piercing green eyes looking right back at me. I will never forget the image because it would tug at my heart looking at her trying to survive for the well-being of her child and husband.
I often wonder where this family may be today and hope that Allah mian has blessed it and others like it with many riches.
We tend to take so much for granted in our daily, comfortable lives. At times it is good to just sit back, try putting ourselves in others' shoes, and reflecting because that girl could be any one of us at any point in our lives.