Chowkidar Karam Din hung a few bags of meat from the handle of his bicycle
Chowkidar Karam Din hung a few bags of meat from the handle of his bicycle, walked briskly and set off on his tour. His face had a strange expression of happiness and satisfaction. He stopped his bike in front of a house and knocked on the door of the house. After a while, a woman's voice came from inside. I am Baji Karamuddin Chowkidar...! When he answered loudly, the door opened and a woman appeared, covering her face with a handkerchief. Karam Din opened his eyes and greeted the woman with great respect.
He asked about the situation. He congratulated him on Eid and gave him a bag of meat. While picking up the bag, the woman addressed Karamuddin with a big hug and said that Karamuddin cannot thank you in Karamdin, but I present my daughters' orphans to Allah Almighty and always pray for you. I do His eyes widened. He quickly turned his face to the other side and said, "Look sister, how many times have I told you that I don't like to talk like that, you are like my sisters and your daughters are as dear to me as yours." Daughters
Okay, now I'm going, I have to deliver my share home." Without hearing the woman's answer, he got on the bike and started walking fast. This was Hakeem Ali Male's house and that woman was Hakeem Ali.
was a widow. used to inquire about the well-being of others. Apart from poverty, they both had one thing in common. They had only four daughters and no son. One day it happened that Hakeem Ali did not come to work, so even before He used to take leave many times, but today perhaps some guests of Saikal Sahib were coming, so he sent Karamuddin to his house.
When Karamuddin reached there, he saw that the hour of doom was coming to his house. Hakeem Ali's wife and daughters were crying. Hakeem Ali slept at night but did not wake up in the morning. I slept forever. Poor Karam Din himself was a very poor man and he had children too but from that day on every little one grew up.
They used to give whatever meat they got on the festival. Karam Din used to bring food for him for the first time. When Hakeem Ali's wife came, she started crying that God bless her, today my child will eat food for the first time in two and a half years.
And nowadays he used to help her and four or five family members from time to time. He returned after delivering bags of meat to the rest of the houses. It is too late. He turned the bike and started walking towards his house. I stopped at a faucet and he grabbed a bicycle cleaning cloth and wiped the flesh and blood off the handle.
He probably wanted to hide these marks from his family and then went back to his home. Every year it was his habit to go to the biggest area of the city away from his village to offer Eid prayers in the morning. Although he was a very independent person, approaching anyone was like dying for him, but he did it for the sake of Hakim Ali's widow and orphaned daughters. He used to collect food from noon to noon. After that they will go to these houses and think that Karamuddin may have his sacrifice.
And indeed this service was a sacrifice of religion. Thanks to Karam Deen, after the passing of years, those who saw the mouth of meat ever knew that no food was cooked in the house of Karam Deen despite the passing of years. Sometimes his conscience gets in the way and he is unable to feed his children despite eating meat. The city of Karam Din was coming. He would wipe his wet eyes from the crowd and turn to his street, trying to hide his pain with artificial expressions on his face. Now in front of him was the door of his house, beyond which his wives and daughters were waiting for him in the clothes of poverty. Karamuddin stopped for some time and knocked on the door.
His little daughter saw her father through the crack in the door and opened the door. Karamuddin bowed his head and entered his house. He greeted everyone in unison. He looked up and saw that in the middle of his yard was a pile of food dishes and a bag containing a good amount of meat. Karam Din looked at his wife in surprise and asked where did all this come from? His wife said that a big man came in a big car. He was saying that he knows you and I have given you the letter. I left the stuff on his insistence but now I am waiting for you. At the same time, he handed over an envelope to Karamuddin.
Karam Din quickly opened the envelope and started reading the letter written in it. It was written after salam dua that... I thought you were a simple person but you have become a very big person, so big that I feel small in front of you. I got to know something about you from somewhere, then I followed you all day and reached Hakeem Ali's house, from where I got to know everything about you and when I reached your house, the condition of your house. Did you find out?
That's exactly how it is. It's the same. Please accept these items as Eid gifts. For the sake of Allah, I will not deny you. From today, I have borne all the expenses of you and the house of five. From "your bag". Karamuddin's eyes were full of tears and he was distorting the writing of the letter and his language was weak. God is great, God is great, there is no god but God, God is great, God is great, and God. It is very big. ,