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I am grateful to the Community Serey Pakistan who gave us the opportunity to learn a lot on this platform. And in today's topic I am presenting to you that many people are very scared of this thing so today I will wait for it with you in a way now and I will explain about it.
critical story is good luck
Rashid was driving
It has been a few months. There was a letter from his father asking him to take two or three days leave and come home. His mother wants to engage him. gave Rasheed was standing on the side of the road waiting for the bus. He saw Ehtsham Khan Sahib driving the car from the front. A man was crossing the road. Sahib could not control the car and that man fell under the car but Sahib. Instead of stopping the car, he drove faster and stopped the car near Rashid with a jerk. He said, "Rashid, sit down immediately." Sahib vacated the driving seat for Rashid and sat in the back seat himself. "Leave me at the airport. "But sir" "I know you are in a hurry to go home." You take this car and go to the village." "But sir...that accident?" "Forget what you have seen and obey my order." Rashid told Sahib at the airport. A soldier said. "The man whom you hit with the car and escaped is in a critical condition. The passers-by noted your car number. We arrest you for this crime." "But I did not cause this accident. This car is not mine. I am the driver of Ehtisham Khan Sahib." "Give me your Sahib's phone number." turned on On Rashid's telling, the soldier added the phone number. "Hello". On the other side was Ehtsham Khan. The soldier said, "Sir, do you know. A man fell under your car and got seriously injured." "I don't know anything." Ehtesham Khan's voice came. I have been in Islamabad for two days. I have given my car to the driver Rashid. He must have caused the accident. He is a very careless driver. Do not make any concessions to him and the car is at my house. Send it." Rashid was able to hear these words of his master. The police arrested him. The person injured in the accident died after a month in the hospital, but Rasheed had to spend a long time in jail. His and his parents' savings were spent on the lawyer and the case. When Rasheed came out of jail to his village, his head was bowed. When he entered the house, his parents were making pottery. They ran and embraced him. His mother cooked and fed him his favorite food. His father said.
"Come on... now lie down on the cot. Rest." "No, Dad. I don't need rest. Teach me to make pots.” Rashid poured water into the clay and began to knead the clay. Taking the soft, wet clay in his hands, he smelled the scent of his father's labors for centuries. And there was love. Rashid used to make clay pots and decorate them with colorful carvings and sell them in the city. Gradually the demand for his pots increased. Today there was a cultural fair in the stadium. Rashid also decorated his pottery stall. There was a crowd of people around his stall who were appreciating his art.
A TV channel anchor put his mic in
front of him. "From which art institution did you learn this beautiful skill and art?" It has reached me. I am a potter and I am proud to be a potter. I was a menial employee of Ehtesham Sahib. He taught me such a lesson by his brutal behavior that I returned to my legacy and heritage. Now I have my own business which is growing day by day. Thank you very much to Baji Lubna, daughter of Ehtsham Sahib, who taught me how to paint. Now I have painted beautiful real colors not only in pots but also in my life
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