We must show gratitude to those who help us. Read the tales of four ‘Humanly Humans’ that helped author Words Catcher in nurturing the author that existed inside.
When I found about the author inside me, I needed motivation and support to move forward. Some people supported me without anything in return. They just wanted to help. I named those people humanly human. I decided to show them my gratitude.
I thought the best thing I do is the creation of unique stories. Therefore I created short stories on these humanly humans whom I owe as long as I continue my work as a Words Catcher.
The story of the best blogger in Pakistan- Mustafa Ahmed Zai:
There was a young man who aspired to become an IT expert. He went to one of the best colleges in the city and entered the professional world hoping that he would dazzle the people around him by his expertise. He had great things to offer: genuine services, creative designs, and expert IT solutions.
People used the young man and cheated him. A hundred times he fell; vowing to himself that the pain is big enough, but every time he stood even stronger than before. His consistency, hard work, and positive attitude made him face the work related miseries with courage.
Days followed others, and his efforts gleamed attracting many clients towards him. He became famous and became the best blogger of Pakistan.
You can know more about him on his website http://www.stcnetwork.org/. You can meet him in his office between his laptop and many internet devices. You may also see a bunch of students hanging around to seek inspiration from this young entrepreneur.
CEO of STC network Mustafa Ahmed Zai designed a website for me. He did a fantastic job. He gave me all follow-up services and tips without anything in return
You can get direct access to Mustafa on his Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/mybloggertricks.
The story of a pleasant writer and blogger-Carrie Aulenbacher:
I met her when she commented on my initial piece of writing on LinkedIn. I found that this lady always answered the woes of people who needed help and guidance.
I sent my manuscripts to her, and her motivational and encouraging replies made me believe in the writer I had tamed inside me for years. I asked her for help, and she offered me the help immediately. This amazed me, and I asked her why she is helping a diverse and unknown writer. Her replied made my day. She said, “I just want to be a light and encourage as that is when my spirit feels best. It’s no fun to smile alone, but to share a smile together!”
So I believed that she has a little girl inside her who is hungry for stories. She notices small details and asks me fondly about differences among us. Her words have encouraged me, and I will owe each of my success in my life to her. Just as the pain did wonders to the author inside me, her words did the wonders to the author outside me.
You can follow her on her blog https://www.carrieaulenbacher.com/.
Believe me; she never says ‘no’ on the call for help. The difference in her helping attitude is she helps for the sake of helping and to make others feel good.
The story of an inborn illustrator-Marium Ayub:
Something about her made me attend her to her speech even though I was in great tension that day. I left all my activities to listen to her being thankful for all things and talking about her clients. She was a graphic designer. She told how she survived after the death of her father because of her skills. I was nowhere near writing at that time.
I met her twice, and third time I asked her for her contact. She willingly gave me her phone number and email address.
She is cool, and her art is great. I don’t know what attracted me most; her down to earth nature, easy-going manner or her art.
She helped me admirably in getting a domain name and amazingly at the lowest rate possible. She helped me develop confidence in my stories, and she provided me with the illustrations at the rate no one ever would have.
She granted me favors and apologized on being late and I reminded myself on her delays, “She is doing her 20th favor.” Unfortunately, she keeps her page private, or I would have arranged a virtual meet up with her.
The story of a selfless beta reader –William Mc Cullogh:
I met him through LinkedIn. He offered me beta reading, critiquing and other services free of cost. The best thig about him was his instant replies. You mail him one day, and he returns your task by the next day, he had excellent grip on the language, and his guidelines made me improve my work. You can find him on LinkedIn by clicking https://www.linkedin.com/in/william-mccullough-b09b7934/
You might think why you all have to read about these people. It’s because I want you to know that ‘Humanly Humans’ exist in this world. They make you believe in the goodness of humanity. I want to thank you all for being there with me.
I know these stories are not the exact reward of their selflessness yet I needed to show my gratitude. Prayers for here and hereafter.
You have this exciting opportunity to show gratitude to those people who have helped you in the comment box.
Vicarious readers can enjoy the video of this post.
Small actions-Big reactions
We are the people of words not of conduct. We ignore the ignited way of Prophet Muhammad in every aspect because things seem tough to us. Prophet Muhammad’s way was the way of conduct, and this was the reason that we can hear the Azan in every corner of the universe. His period of transformation lasted 23 years which are very less to revolutionize the thought process, the economy, the culture, the social life, and faith yet, his conduct made an everlasting impact on everyone he met, and he revolutionized the world.
Even today some Muhammadis’ follow the path and become the inspiration for us. An inspirational story happened recently. This story took place in a small society of a mega city. The society will forever cherish its luck; as the disbeliever roaming in the streets turned towards Allah with his belief stronger than that of mountains.
It is a story of a sweeper named Lakshman who was a non-believer. Lakshman banged doors every day drenched in thirst. He asked for cold water. Cold water is a great blessing as when I hear the Muazzin indicating the opening of fast; I feel nothing in life is more worthy than a glass of cold water. People sometimes ignored him, or sometimes gave him a glass full of tap water. Some made him wait as they searched for the abandoned glass somewhere in the corner to give him water.
An old lady in that society returned his call for water differently. Being a true admirer and follower of Prophet Muhammad, she made him sit and presented him a glass of Tang juice and then it became a custom. He banged the door; she gave the glass of tang. No one knew that such a little act of that lady could do wonders.
One day Lakshman came to the old lady’s door shouting, “Ammah, make me recite the Kalima. I love Muslims and Islam.”
Yes, a glass of Tang not only quenched his thirst but watered his soul with love of Islam. The lady was bewildered. She made the arrangement and took him to Mosque. Not only Lakshman but his wife and lovely kids also came into the fold of Islam.
His path was illuminated. He is now practicing Islam and loves his religion. The journey of Lakshman to Ahmad is food for thought for those people who neglect the small act of kindness and humanity. Ahmad is still sweeping the floors of the society with the same zest as ever as he needs to make his living, but now when his soul meets Allah, he will be among blessed ones.
For all those who want to spread Islam, be a real picture of it yourself and believe conduct will do it all. May Allah shower his blessings.
Healing pills- with them everyone can be a certified healer
One day, Zara felt her spirits soaring and she found the healing pills for the most ailing disease suffered by almost every human who lives beyond 60. The disease is ‘old age’ that is the incurable and worst disease of all. Zara found the pills with which the pain dies down, and the spirits become alive. The joy is rekindled and new strengths and will power is achieved. Let’s hear the tale in Zara’s words.
That day I felt euphoria. The reason was unknown to me so I decided to reflect back on my day. After deep thought and analysis, I found it was the smile of the two wrinkled, aged faces that has caused all these feelings around her. Those were the faces of my grandparents.
My grandparents had done all that they could to make my childhood the most memorable period of my life. They extended their hospitality, support, and love to make me grow into the confident young I am today.
I wanted to repay them for their never ending list of services, so I thought of the things of value to them. I made a list of what they wanted and ended up with a small and priceless list as below:
- They need quality time and remembrance.
- Someone to hear about their past.
- Someone to present them what they love to eat.
- Someone to tell them how well they have done even the tiniest task for us.
- Gratitude and praise
So I mixed all the below ingredients
- Regular visits
- Tasty food
- Keen listening
- Remembrance notes
- Love and feeling of gratitude
I got the pills for the ailing disease that is old age.
Their smile, their energy, their continuous discussion about my visit told me that these pills soothe the pain and with them, everyone can be a certified healer.
I appeal the readers to become certified healers of today so that we may get the pills when we are suffering from the ailment. Tell me the impact of the pills in the comment box.
Once published in Radiance Magazine
We lost the hero of the future at a very young age. We lost him even before he could bring the scientific breakthrough, which he dreamt of all of his life.
I want to share the tale of a genius who lost the battle of his life due to mental disorder. The research showed that one of the greatest factors of the mental disorder was the bullying he faced when he moved from a school to a college.
After passing from school with flying colors, he got admitted into the college where the remarks of boys, just for the sake of fun like ‘O nerd,’ ‘O geek,’ ‘O goofball,’ struck him very hard. He lost his hard-earned confidence.
The words sapped his sensitive heart badly and combined with his biological problems; his mental disorder reached an alarming situation.
The last days of his life were painful. The young man of 19, the first boy of the family, the boy with the soaring missions to bring a scientific revolution in Pakistan, and who dreamed of becoming second Abdul Qadeer Khan was there lying under the profound effect of tranquilizers as the body would awake with the never ending epilepsy episodes. He was trapped in the miseries of the pipe for food, the hospital bed, and the urine bag. I can’t explain it more as the sight was unbearable.
It’s just my appeal to the youngs’ that playing with hearts is no game of pleasure; your remarks could change a life, could snatch the heroes from the nation of sacrifice.
I have observed the bullying in schools all over my life and has seen its drastic outcomes. However, this trauma endorsed the words on my heart
Bullying is fatal
I want to give the youth community food for thought that some words spoken without the integrity may be fatal for innocent hearts.
This article is also published in Radiance magazine.