Not Counting The Greatest Blessing

(MENAFN- Kashmir Observer) We take the support, stability, and the mere presence of loving family for granted. Even though the idea that it can be snuffed out at a moment's notice is, I suppose, always present, but the realisation and the appreciation of one's blessings hardly materialises. Atleast, perhaps, not until man comes face to face with the tragedies himself or of someone quite familiar.

The cold hard stare of the circumstances of some individuals spoken with a warmth and maturity unexpected of their tender ages may make one to look at their own troubles as mere trifles, be inspired by their resilience to suffer ones own difficulties with greater dignity, and yet sometimes it leave a sense of embarrassment over the inability to overcome ones own problems some of which might appear comical in comparison.

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How fickle is a human? How easily can he be beguiled? How quickly he makes a mountain out of a mole hill? He looses and wastes everything: precious relations, the faith of a loved ones, a kind friend; all that is worthy of preservation in the name of fear, indignity, dishonour, and other perceived things and amazingly spawn these very same emotions in their reactions.

Yet, there are people, who despite the burdens of life, complex situations unmanageable even in imagination, do not fail to share a word of care, of kindness: a scarce commodity.

Today, I met an old schoolmate of mine who has undergone grievous losses in a short period of time. This weighed heavily on my heart and compelled me to write this. Hope you will forgive my rant.

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Ahsan Ul Haq Shah

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