MY submission for (Digital image for the day is made according to my own imagination and thoughts (your writing story competition(88)

in WORLD OF XPILAR4 years ago (edited)

Salam to all muslims and all steemain. This is my submission for the contest of @xpilar, and i am very thankful to him for his contest. If anyone want to join his contest please visit here

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My story::

When there was a knock on the door, Fuji Riyadh coughed and got up and opened the door. His youngest son Majid was standing outside. He came in. At that time the sun had set and the west was red.
In a village near Bahawalpur, Fuji Riaz lived with his wife and children. He had recently retired from the army. He had married all the children. He was not doing it properly. Fuji Riaz had opened a grocery shop in the village, but he would not be serious about it and would consume whatever he earned.
He would not give anything to his wife either. Now in the case of Inaya, Allah Almighty had blessed him with a daughter.
Fuji Riaz and his wife Kishore Sultana were very upset by him. Majid was very quarrelsome. He had a bad temper and could not get along with anyone while his eldest son Sajid was very obedient.

He earned his living by supporting his wife and children.
The day Majid came home, he used to fight and wander outside. Fuji Riaz and his mother Kishore Sultana teased him many times but he still did not stop.
All the family members were very annoyed. He came home from outside today. After eating, the soldier Riyadh said to him, "Son! Now you have become a father. The expenses of the house are very difficult." So be serious and do something. How long will we sit?
One day we also have to get a call. Majid said, "Abu, I have a friend. He has a plastic factory. His father has asked me to work in his factory and I will go there from tomorrow." It's bad to go carefully and work hard.
Fuji Riyadh advised him.
"Well, Abu is far away from the factory riot areas anyway. There is no danger there," Majid said, reassuring his Abu. Thus, Majid started going to work every day.
He said that the salary in the factory is paid monthly but on the third night he put ten thousand rupees in the hands of Fuji Riaz. He was surprised. Doubt arose in my heart that Majid had not joined the bad people.
One day Majid went to work early in the morning. His mother and wife were busy with household chores. It was just ten o'clock when Majid entered the house fighting and fell on all fours and fainted. He was shot in the leg and was bleeding.
Soldier Riaz bandaged the wound so that there would be no more bleeding. After tying the bandage, soldier Riyadh told his wife to take care of him and I would bring the doctor.
But he had just reached the door when there was a loud knock. He quickly opened the door. Two soldiers and a police inspector were standing outside. They were upset to see him. About half an hour ago, terrorists opened fire in the market, killing several people and injuring many others.
Our patrol team was passing by. The terrorists saw us and fled. One of the terrorists has entered the street. If he has come to your house, tell him that he has been shot in one leg. When Riaz listened to the inspector, he could see the falling children moving around the earth and sky.
His suspicion turned out to be true. His son was involved in these bad people.
He considered his earnings as halal livelihood. He himself had taken up the profession of protecting the people. He became a brave young man of the Pakistan Army and served the country and the nation. On the one hand, there was the love of the son, on the other hand, the security of the homeland was in conflict for some time. Finally, the love of the homeland prevailed over the love of the son.
Fuji Riaz said to the inspector, "Sir, there is a terrorist hiding in my house. Arrest him." The inspector went inside and arrested Majid, who had regained consciousness and was moaning in pain. Our beloved homeland Pakistan desperately needs people like Fuji Riyadh, only then can our country become the cradle of peace and order.

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 4 years ago 

Hi @sardar-sani

Thanks for the great story, I'm sorry I did not get to vote for you. I have been on holiday

Thats okay sir

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