ayesha eman
Stories (2/0)
MONEY
Disclaimer * the story I narrated here is fictional . I wanted to show the love of money on our hearts . I know that in these modern times money meant the most important thing to us but there should be a responsibility of fulfilling our relationships too along with desire for wealth . There would be some mistakes so kindly ignore them * In the New York city ,where everyone was rushing for their work early morning, in order to accomplish the goal of success ,in order to make their futures brighten ,in order to smash or hit. For me smashing a hit was numbers of dollars that were in my account .I used to measure the success of a person by the thickness of their wallets. I was blinded by allure of wealth .It was a part of my personality now to cherish money over love,empathy and relationships . I used to spend my family time in burning the candle at both ends{ to exhaust yourself by overwork} for possession. In this busy world I believed that money talks .I counted my chickens before they hatched { looking over of something again and again to get it quickly } dreaming of a world with endless richness. This ideology was strongly imprinted on my mind but how this happened that now I don't even care about a single dollar.
By ayesha emanabout a year ago in Fiction