The Heavenly and God Gifted Village Has Been Perished

Written By: Mohammad Ehsan “Yawar”

The Heavenly and God Gifted Village Has Been Perished

We were living in a likable village its name was the Green House and it was also called as “The Heavenly and God Gifted Village”, when I was 6 years old my parent died, I breed up in an orphanage. Luckily I never felt of loneliness because every man treated me as a kind father, every girl as a sister and every woman as a kindest mother.

Our village was a heaven of love and peace. In fact, the village was a hill side and sharing small border with a huge ocean, it had a greenery scene, exotic Mountains, desperate canals, sweet and natural fruit, historical places, oldest mountains, amazing falls as well as kind-hearted and happiest people, every corner was full of joys. Moreover, every particles of the village was sparkling with the light of prosperity, everything seemed luxuriously, there was mutual adjustment, altogether there wasn’t any way for the entrance of distress and sociological problems throughout the village, the atmosphere of our village was a live wire transmitter, the evils of ill-well were smashed with the sense of generosity, and there was not any inconvenience in all. Although the village was overcrowded by the people of different areas, countries, sects, religions, and nations yet it was the house of an unique unity.

The thirst of revenge was polished with the colorful paint of forgiveness. Hardworking, honesty and time were coined the symbol of successful life. Selfishness was drowning in the oceans of humbleness. Lie and deceit was migrated by the army of truth and trust, no fear nor panic. The fire of greed was exhausted by the rain of content. Poverty and class distinction were buried under the rock of help and sincerity.

Neither there was any way for crime nor any crime commitment concept. Fidelity, humanity and realism were circulating in the blood stream of every living thing. The ways of wars were blocked by the sword of peaceful settlement. I loved my village too much, because it was the place where I used to frolic. I started the first breathing of my life there. However, under some circumstances I had to leave the village for few years. I was so pensive I could not bear such an intolerable leaving. Anyhow, I left the village with a gloomy heart. Soon I joined a populous city.

Although a great change happened in my location and duties yet I could not forget my lovely village. Specially my diligent and honest teachers who highlighted for me the first lines of knowledge, the track where we were playing from dawn to dusk, happy gathering of villagers at different occasions, kind and hardworking elders, and respectful children. The strength of unity and equality was something strange, I could not forget even melody of bell which rang every morning at school. The people who were sharing joys and sorrows were also something unforgettable. All the more about assembly of our school in which we used to assemble. The assembly was an unique gathering because the students had great differences between their complexions, language, body size, and shapes, even in nation, religion and caste but they were thought as one body.

I was fond of reading newspapers, there was nothing in daily newspaper about our village, and there never happened any serious incidence worth broadcasting. As the time passed the media reflected some troubles of our village. One day I received evening newspaper manifesting the title “The Heavenly and God Gifted Village Has Been Perished”, this title shocked me and sensitized me that I should depart once to my village knowing how it has been perished?

As my intended time reached and departed towards village, when I got down from the bus at the village bus stop, suddenly I heard a child’s voice “Uncle! Uncle! Cigarettes and sweets” I moved backward and saw small girl nearly about 10 years old, she had some sweets in her hand although her face was seemed too much tired , her lips were cracked, she was blind from one eye, bad dressed , her neat and delicate hands were covered with thick layer of dirt, her shoes were rough, her hairs was adhereted with dirt, she was no more to think about her brilliant future except to think for gaining something from hand to mouth yet she was so generous, her brother was also with her, he had a tray and was standing beside her sister. At this moment I asked oh dearest why do you do this, where is your parent? She replied courteously and mentioned her father’s name. I exclaimed oho! I know! I know him, where is he now?

She said with tearful eyes: “two years before we were going on picnic, on the way two groups fought and they used advanced weapons, within this a tremendous explosion happened near to our car my father died, my mother lost her both legs, I lost one of my eyes, my brother and I work to earn something” I had amused them, offered some money, she took it and exclaimed: “wow! Brother I have got your school fees, her brother replied: “oh, dear sister by the remaining money we should buy some medicine for mother” lastly, I sympathized them with mixed sense of joys and pathos.

I took my way to the village, the village environment was completely changed, I thought either I was alien or it was somewhere else. After all the village was really perished, everything was poisoned with the toxin of greed; no mutual co-operation and no trust. The curse of competition and jealousy were betided by evil associates, doing evil deeds were something indifferent, narcotics had flourishing trade, no peace no progress. The sense of enmity, revenging, and nationalism were on the top, illiteracy was alarming, everyone was for himself no one could be found selfless, the children and young guys were moving in bad companies, every moment was destructive, the children were ignored by society and parents. The old parents were left by the young family members, everyone was in the sense of competition for making a high economics, thus, deceit and swindle were in their repute, all around I found everyone was how to earn money for luxury life. Alas! The track where the villagers gathered and were making planning for the bright future of the village, now that was a great public house, the girls were not safe. Weapons factories were running, breathing was difficult, all best animals migrated and all colorful flowers were faded away, no greenery no any good health, the monsters of diseases were broken out, the climate was changed . The village was controlled by few devil-politician and those few devil-politicians were dominated by few evil-scholars and several companies.

However, first of all I went to meet one of my best friends. Who was a diligent government employee, I knocked his door, his son came out but, all about his father he told me was that his father left the village because working honestly was impossible as every department was turned just a symbol of corruption, the self-interest and bribe was coined on sign board of every department. Thereafter, I moved to meet one of my best teacheress because she was very diligent, kind and humane lady and teacheress. Unfortunately, a big lock was hanging at the door and no one was there, one of her neighbours told me that the teacheress did suicide because few years before she was raped, she asked for help but in van, because instead of help she was threatened, even she was ignored by police and judicial departments. This situation depressed her and she committed suicide and the remaining members of her family left the village, within this I got that moving more in this village cause a severe depression upon me and strongly preferred to leave the village at my soonest, I purchased a train ticket hesitantly for next morning just to leave my village as soon as I could because this place was not worth living, but also planned for the evening to visit the beach where the village shared border with a big ocean, this time was the fall season hence, during the evening I was wandering on the seashore. The astonishing wind were blowing, the leaves of the trees were been colored yellow with the paleness of autumn. The picturesquely sun was going to set. The golden spectrum of the vanishing sun had imparted another yellow spectrum to the yellow trees, blue darked-sky and to arising waves of the ocean. My mind was full of solemn thoughts, suddenly the darkness prevailed and the sun had set. Within this sunless moment my spirit dampened , anyhow, I rushed out from calm beach to the village’s busiest road which was overcrowded, after arriving, suddenly I caught sight on a fast vehicle which was being driven by a strong and proud Youngman, I was acrossed by the vehicle and was dashing, the tiny particles of the dust covered me and the bulb of mud stained my clothe, I heaved a sigh and regretted for the misuse of advanced technology, within the vanishing of the dust I saw an innocent terrified boy who was nearly about 12 years old, he was in rough clothes, he had a loaf of bread in his hand and a pocket of meal and was to cross the road hurriedly, bit soon the fast car rushed him as the result he was in pool of blood. The people overcrowded there, sooner her mother appeared on the scene, she screamed helplessly; “this corpse is my only son, my husband was an employer in a chemical industry producing explosive materials for long time, but due to unexpected life conditions, chemical substances and poor environmental-conditioned affected my husband’s health and lastly past away, although he was my husband yet I am happy that he left the world soon because his main deed was to produce evill-materials for the destruction of humanity. I and my only son remained and it was dream to offer my son as a servant of the humanity for this ill-society.

next early morning I rushed out to the train station, I served my seat , before my seat on the right side there was sitting a young pride boy, he had few books in his hand as well as a cigar, he seemed smart-dressed, black paint and black shirt, stylish hair, black glasses and he was chewing gum, might he was a college student. On the left side there was an aged man he was calculating some accounts form a business note book, his mind was deeply concentrated in calculation and also he had a bottle of wine. At that moment a beautiful school girl entered to our coach, she had some newspapers in her hand and in her other hand she had her school bag and was shouting: newspapers! Newspapers! She was selling newspapers, at this moment she put mistakenly her foot over the shoes of young boy, might his shoe caught little dirt, he pushed the girl mercilessly, suddenly the girl fell down on the aged man as result his bottle of wine dropped and had broken down, the old man raged and pushed her strongly, she fell down on the platform, and her nose bleeded and also the particles of bottle injured her body, she stood up and wept helplessly.

I took her hand and sympathized her and wiped her nose, I bought a newspaper from her, besides selling a newspaper she told me with tearful eyes “Uncle! Uncle! Today’s news is very important” I asked cheerfully, why dear? She replied with heavy heart “yesterday someone offered money to one of my class fellows, she came to me and showed money and said that the money was for her brother’s school fees and also for her mother’s medicine, she went happily I was also very happy, but unfortunately on the way a bomb blast and she died, her name was Maryam, look sir! Look sir! It’s written here!”, mean while the train started, the trip was longish to countryside, and the train was crossing the hill side rapidly. Our train coach No: 27 was full of dust’s tiny particles, these particles were disturbing our breathing. However, on the right side of my seat there was sitting a serious, polite, young, smooth-speaker and ambitious young guy and On the left side of my seat there was an old man of 70. He could not speak clearly due to difficulty in breathing; it was that due to dust’s tiny particles. The young guy was busy deeply with a book, when he delayed his study for a while, I asked him for introduction, besides of introduction I asked why this truck area dusts and the nearest high-way road as well? The young guy heaved a sigh and said: “Yeah, when this project was under construction, and engineer who was an honest person and was working in this project, the authorities started corruption and affecting the project quality, he stood against all evils but in van because soon he was murdered Anyhow, I heaved a painful sigh at this time the old man shrieked and fell down from his seat and got unconscious, the boy aided him urgently, after a moment he got sense back and introduced himself as great scientist in industrial chemistry, the scientist further said, “After a long search I formulated new formula for industrial products to bring new facilities in human being’s life. Now I was going to join a conference to put forth and explain my new researches and attract the investors to invest for such positive change, but now this dust particles has effected more my diseased lungs, because I smoked a lot when I was young and heavy smoking damaged my both lungs”, and ..! Within these last few words he left the world peacefully, observing this I got very restless and was shocked severely, woke from a long dream and got myself in this planet particularly in Afghanistan that will undergo dramatically for more strange changes.

THE GOD HAS GIFTED US THIS WORLD WITH VERY BEAUTIFUL MEANS TO AVAIL OURSELVES POSITIVELY, AND THE GOD DECENDED CLEAR MESSAGES HOW TO LIVE AND HOW TO UTILIZE THE MEANS.