"An Afghan father who was forced to sell his nine-year-old daughter to a 55-year-old man as a child bride has pleaded with the buyer not to beat the young child - the price Abdul Malik had to pay to feed the rest of his starving family"
Source : Newshub.
Disclaimer:This poem is totally based on my POV It might be controversial for some.
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Some stories never reach to an ending. They happen and then, they cease to exist. Incomplete but coexisting. The thing about stories as such are that they are in enormity and they can never exist alone. We become the story that we cannot complete. And often times, we find another story left mid way. Two stories holding hands to make a love poem. Your story with me has ended. We've started walking towards two different paths. I've seen you never look back while I stood at the crossroads, staring at you as you walk away. I'm walking too. We can't stop walking, haina? As I said ,we never exist alone. There's crowd in this world of incomplete stories. Some stories are walking behind me and my pause doesn't fit well with the traffic. It rained today. You know, the winter rains. Winter are your blues, monsoon is mine. Tell me, which colour do we find when blues are combined?
If there's one thing I learned, it's that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day~ Simone Elkeles.
When I look outside the balcony, I see the perfect landscape. It is not that of a verdant scenario that is filled with enchanting pristinity of nature but that of perseverance. I see many people, who depend on various impertinent sources in order to seek motivation. I say, go outside your house and look discreetly around you and you will find abundance of palatable inspiration served on plate, and that to incisively.
Look at those vegetable vendors screaming at the top of their voices to solicit customers. It's not mandatory that every one of them will be blessed with a good business on that day but they don't give up and come back the next day filled with the same alacrity.
Soon you'll be distracted by the loud noises from the horns of the vehicles that engulf major portion of the road. There are men who did they best that day at work to reserve some extra time in order to get home early and meet there newborns and hug their wives. There are women who after waking up early in the morning, completing their morning chores at home and after having an exhausting day at work, returning back with a tired yet gleeful face.
Beggars, holding their babies close to their bosom, asking for a few pennies, sometimes from labourers, who, being unaware if their wage would suffice the dinner of their family or not. Still they are dutiful, for they have to make ends meet.
Kids walking back from school, scoring full marks in exams, so that they'll end up having a better job which will increase their family's standard of living. Being conscientious is something that they can't afford to be bereft of. Even though placidity does not walk on the road to their houses.
There are hardships in everyone's life, no one is special to be in possession of them. But life goes on and you have to move on. If we keep dwelling too much into the past or being worried about the future then nothing will make us happy ever. Cherish those people who want to be in your life and stop chasing or fancying the one's who don't.
Motivation is ubiquitous. Make an effort to find it and you'll see wonders.