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Posted by: " SHABBIR KAGALWALA " kagalwalashabbir

Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:17 am (PDT)

 

Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You

may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it

may mean a lot. Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you

in any way!

 

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents

plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky. I have a

brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a andkerchief,

which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents

from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money

right away. He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall

as he held a bamboo stick in his hand. " Who stole the money? " he

asked. I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to

the fault, so he said, " Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should

be beaten! " He lifted up the bamboo stick.

 

Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said, " Dad, I

was the one who did it! " The long stick smacked my brother's back

repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother

until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our stone bed and

scolded my brother, " You have learned to steal from your own house

now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the

future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief! "

 

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of

wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle

of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my

mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore.

Everything has happened. " I still hate myself for not having enough

courage to admit what I did.

 

Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened

yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression when he

protected me.

 

That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my

brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in

an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was

accepted into a university in the province. That night, father

squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.

 

I could hear him ask my mother, " Both of our children, they have good

results? very good results? " Mother wiped off her tears and sighed, "

What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them? " At that

time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said,

" Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough

books. "

 

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. " Why do you

have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money

on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both

finished your study! " And then, he started to knock on every house in

the village to borrow money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to

my brother's swollen face, and told him, " A boy has to continue his

study; If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are

experiencing. "

 

I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the

university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother

left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry

beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow;

" Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and

I will send money to you. " I held the note while sitting on my bed,

and cried until I lost my voice.

 

That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the

money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother

earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site,

finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.

 

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told

me, " There's a villager waiting for you outside! " Why would there be a

villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar.

His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked

him, " Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother? "

 

He replied with a smile, " Look at my appearance. What will they think

if they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you? " I

felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust

from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, " I

don't care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what

your appearance is? "

 

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my

hair and said, " I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I

think you should also have one. " I could not hold back myself anymore.

I pulled my brother into my arms and cried.

 

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed

that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boy

friend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boy friend left,

I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, " Mom, you didn't

have to spend so much time cleaning the house! " But she told me with a

smile, " It was your brother who went home early to clean the house.

Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was

replacing the window. "

 

I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt

like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart. I applied some

ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, " Does it hurt? " I

asked him. " No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction

site, stones keep falling on my feet. Even that could not stop me from

working. " In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back

on him and tears rolled down my face.

 

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old. After I

got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my

parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said,

once they left the village, they wouldn't know what to do.

 

My brother agreed with them. He said, " Sis, you just take care of your

parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here. " My husband

became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the

offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my

brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman

instead for a start.

 

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when

he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I

visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I

grumbled, " Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers

won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You are

suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us? "

 

With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision,

" Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being

uneducated, and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly

around? " My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, " But

you lack in education only because of me! " " Why do you talk about the

past? " he said and then he held my hand.

 

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was

30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During

the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, " Who is the

one person you respect and love the most? " Without even taking a time

to think, he answered, " My sister. " He continued by telling a story I

could not even remember.

 

" When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village.

Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back

home. One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me

one of hers. She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we

got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that

she could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that

as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be

good to her. " Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their

attention to me. I found it hard to speak, " In my whole life, the one

I would like to thank most is my brother, " And in this happy occasion,

in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.

 

Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You

may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it

may mean a lot.

 

Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way!

May Your Day be Filled with Everything Good...

Live simply...

Love generously...

Care deeply...

Speak kindly...

Leave the rest to God.