True love of old

Peace be upon you friends, I hope all people will be well May Allah grant everyone a happy life. May Allah grant all the friends the ability to differentiate between truth and truth

Friends, today I wanted to share with you the time that our forefathers spent, the memories of old times. I had a few pictures. I was doing it. Was it too far? It was a mud house. Was it a simple era? It was the village environment. The women would gather on the ovens. They would talk about love in every house. The elders would have their own parties. The children would have their own games. The farmers would have their own atmosphere. They were given an atmosphere like their own happiness. Someone's grief was considered as their own grief. And the kids who used to play games at that time didn't even know it. I went to pick up the plaques in my hand, to hang the cloth bags on my shoulders, to put mud on the plates, Subhan Allah, was very high We worked together during the day, our minds were cleansed, our love was unparalleled, women used to wash clothes together, go to fill water together, and during the day we had to bake bread together in everyone's house, that pure butter bread, that pure lassi and Pure ghee was used. Friends, it used to be very true and honest. The elders used to sit together in some place and listen to the news on the radio together and hold a party on the square.
Unfortunately, now there is a world of meaning, money is welcome, there is no respect for big or small and there is no truth in relationships.

When we read the life of our forefathers and look at the traditions of old times, they say, "I wish we were born in this age."