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I was So Angry that I Left Home

One day, I was so angry, that I left home, swearing not to return, till I became a big guy.

Parents, who can’t even buy me a Bike, have no rights to dream to make me an Engineer.

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In my fit of anger, I didn’t even realise that I was wearing my father’s Shoes.

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I even stole his wallet, which had some papers, torn as well, which my mother won’t seen…While, I was rushing on foot towards the bus station, I realised some prickly pain in my foot. I also felt dampness inside the shoe.

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That is when I realised the shoe had a hole underneath.

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There were no buses around.

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Not knowing what to do, I started to look in my Dad’s wallet. I found a loan receipt of Rs. 40,000, which he taken from his office. A laptop bill (he had bought for me).

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To my utter shock, also found a letter from his manager to wear a neat looking shoes, henceforth to the office.I remembered my mother pestering him to buy a pair of new shoes, but he would convince her that his shoes would last another six months at least.

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Also, found an old scooter to a new bike, Exchange offer letter in his wallet.

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I instantly remembered, that when I left home, my Dad’s scooter was not there.I started feeling weak in my

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legs, and felt like weeping uncontrollably!I ran back home with my foot paining, only to find my Dad nor the scooter there. I found him at the exchange offer place.

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Looking at my Dad, my grief engulfed me.

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I hugged him tightly and started crying loudly, said “Dad I don’t need the Bike”.



That is when I realised, the pain, hardship our parents go through, and the unconditional love that they give us.

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We should only look to seek our needs and not our unrealistic wants.

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Ridiculing parents when they are alive, and longing for them when they are not around, has no meaning.

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Kindly tell this story to your children to help them identify and develop human values in them.This is one of the best messages that I have read. Please read and share without fail.

Junaid Tahir 

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