Kinzay Stories From Chiniot

  In today's world, everyone is busy. Everyone has a mobile phone in their hand, but no one has time to listen.  I live in a small town near Jhang and I see this every day.  In my street, there is an uncle who is always angry. People say he is a rude man. My friends told me to stay away from him. One day, I saw him sitting alone outside his shop. His shop was empty. There were no customers. I was scared, but I went to him and said, "Assalam-o-Alaikum Uncle, why is  no one coming to your shop?"  He looked at me and his eyes were full of tears. He said, "My child, I do not know how to use a mobile phone. All the other shops take orders on WhatsApp, but I do not know how to do that. So, everyone has forgotten my shop." I understood his real problem. His problem was not angry, his problem was that he was left behind. I sat with him for one hour. I created a WhatsApp Business account for his shop. I took pictures of his products and uploaded them as his status. I als...

I Live in Chiniot and I go to our bazaar every day. Yesterday, I saw something that I will never forget in my life. In the corner of Chiniot Bazaar, near the spice shops, there is an old woman. She is very poor. Her clothes are old and white. She has only one small plate of chana and one roti. I saw two small children walking. They were hungry. They looked at her plate. I thought the old woman would say no. But she smiled. A very beautiful and kind smile. She called the children. She gave half of her chana and half of her roti to them. She had almost nothing left for herself, but she was still happy. I went to her and asked, "Amma ji, why did you give your food? You have so little." She said, " Beta, my stomach can be hungry for one night, but if  I do not share, my heart will be hungry forever. When you share, Allah gives you more." I started crying. This poor woman was richer than the rich man I saw last week. The Lesson: True wealth is not in your pocket. True we...

I Saw a Rich Man Crying in Our Bazaar - A  True  Lesson From Chiniot  I was walking in Chiniot Bazaar yesterday. I saw a rich man sitting alone on a bench. His eyes were full of tears. That mother broke that one roti into two pieces. She gave big piece to her daughter and kept small for herself. And they both were smiling. The rich man came out and asked, " How you are happy with only one roti?" That woman said, " Bhai, Allah ka shukr hai. Today we have this roti. Many days we sleep hungry. So today is Eid for us." The rich man started crying. He had a big house, expensive cars, lots of money. But he had no peace. His children were abroad, no one to talk to. That day I learned - Money can buy a house, but not a home. Money can buy food, but not hunger for love. We should always thank Allah for what we have. We are richer than many rich people. By Kinzay - A girl from Chiniot who writes from the heart.