I had been sitting in the workplace since I showed up today and attempting to think of a thought for my week after week article, the accommodation cutoff time of which was quick drawing nearer.
There were several thoughts that I attempted to deal with, as Imran Khan’s proceeded with trial in jail or the solitary Olympics gold decoration that one of our competitors got after an extremely lengthy, award less period. However, I was unable to come up with a fresh perspective from which to write about these subjects because they had lost their novelty.
My tea was getting colder, and the cuttings and writings on the paper in front of me were turning black, but I couldn’t think of anything that would help. Fortunately, around then Amjad opened the workplace entryway, strolled in very fiery and new, and articulated Salama aleikum. I gave him a small smile as I raised my eyes to see him.
He almost yelled, “Oh man, that breakfast was excellent.” After that, he gave me a close-up look and inquired, “What’s the matter with you? Have you eaten today? You appear to lack energy. I told him about my deadline and my inability to generate a viable writing concept with a faint smile once more. Then I nonchalantly asked him what he had for that “astounding” breakfast. ” “Puri, halwa, and channay,” he exclaimed with pride.
“What’s so unique about these? I stated, “You have the same breakfast twice a week.”
He responded, “No, these were so excellent and distinct that I cannot even begin to explain them to you.” But the best part was that they were free! On Link Road, this individual provides free breakfast each morning. I used to see people line up for breakfast, but until today, I had never tried it.
“Is he feeding the poor with these?” I inquired. ” If that’s the case, then why did you go there? Are you not poor, or what?”
“No, this morning meal is for anybody, poor or working class or rich,” he answered. I decided to investigate this man, conduct a brief interview, and gather information for the article because this did not make much sense to me.
I joined him in the seat 20 minutes later. His face, however, was something that set him apart from the typical Pakistani man: It shone brightly. I introduced myself to him briefly and asked if I could ask him some questions. He had gotten done with serving breakfast and his buddy was cleaning and pressing the dishes and different utensils. He energetically grinned and gestured, “Sure.”
The necessity for him to provide free food to everyone, rich or poor, was the subject of my inquiries. The following is the gist of what transpired during my time with him over the next sixty to seventy minutes:
He told me the following:
We are not entirely responsible for the provision (income, wealth, health, or any other quality or trait). It has multiple partners, including family, friends, the poor, the sick, the disabled, the elderly, and so on. If we give to other people from “our” provision, Nature’s provision/sustenance delivery mechanism is fulfilled, and we live a simple life free of unnecessary difficulties and hardships.
Once again, a life that is easy, healthy, and peaceful comes about when we give them our share of what others have provided for us.
The poor are taken care of on the grounds that they don’t have assets and the rich are taken care of so they get the propensity for ‘Giving’.
Our Creator, as well as the creator of all of these systems, is pleased with us and gives us bonuses from time to time, such as children who are respectful, unexpected promotions at work, satisfactory business growth, avoiding unpleasant situations, etc.
I asked permission to leave after I thanked him for his time. I’m trying to process what he said, but I’m not sure if I agree with or understand everything.
What do you think about this? Is “Giving” really able to perform all of these magical feats, or is this just a man’s belief?
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