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A Garden and Desert..

Ali woke up to another wonderful day, sun rays blinding him as he looked out the window. The rainwater had dried up, leaving no evidence of itself. He went to wash his face, change his clothes. As he was already late for the school, he had to hurry. On the other hand, Bashir couldn't sleep all night, not because he was not sleepy, but because the place he used to sleep at was flooded with rainwater. He was a poor soul, with no family, and no source of income.

Ali rushed towards his garage, igniting the engine. To his disappointment the car wouldn't ignite. He was frustrated, because now he'd have to walk all the way to his High-school, which was a mere 600 meter away, as he reached the school he was all tired, breathing heavily. It was the first time he walked a distance, everyone could tell that. While Ali was relaxing, Bashir struggled to find clothes, as half of his clothes were wet because of the over-night flood. He had tears in his eyes, but didn't want to shed them. His heart was broken, didn't want to show it. Hardheartedly, he picked himself up.. why? Because he had to peek through the window of a school, to learn something. To be a better person than yesterday. Having no funds to help himself get into a school, the most he could do was to walk three kilometers everyday to peek into the class. Many times, he'd get caught by the teachers, or the students but he didn't feel humiliated. Not because he didn't have self respect but because he knew, if they are shouting at him, abusing him today. It doesn't mean they are perfect, or better than him in anyway.

Examples of Ali and Bashir are as such of the examples of A Garden and a Desert. A sandstorm can destroy a garden, but it gives power to a desert.



Written by : Adeel Yousaf

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