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The Value of an Old Watch
Ali had always lived a simple life. Born into a humble family in a small town, he knew the meaning of hard work from an early age. His father, Ahmed, worked as a mechanic in a tiny roadside workshop, barely making enough to feed the family. But despite the financial struggles, Ahmed always made sure that Ali went to school and dreamed bigger than their circumstances.6
By Tahir Mehmoodabout a year ago in Motivation
The Quiet Power of Consistency: Why Daily Effort Beats Occasional Inspiration. AI-Generated.
Every January, gyms flood with ambitious souls promising themselves that this will be the year they get fit. New journals are cracked open with fresh intentions to write more, read more, hustle harder. Social media is awash with “New Year, New Me” energy. And while the passion is palpable, something strange happens around February or March—attendance drops, journals collect dust, and the dreams begin to fade into the background noise of daily life. It’s not a lack of inspiration that derails people. It’s the lack of consistency. The Myth of Motivation Motivation is often portrayed as the fuel for greatness. Scroll through YouTube or TikTok and you’ll find clips of intense speeches, emotional background music, and footage of champions training in dimly lit gyms. These videos are compelling, and they can absolutely give you a boost—but here’s the hard truth: motivation is a fleeting emotion. It comes and goes like the weather. What gets real results, whether in fitness, writing, business, or relationships, isn’t those fleeting sparks. It’s the slow, boring, unsexy grind of daily effort. The person who writes 300 words a day, every day, will outperform the one who writes 2,000 words once a month when inspiration strikes. The entrepreneur who works on their craft daily—making small tweaks, building systems, reading data—will eventually outshine the one who waits for grand ideas and eureka moments. Consistency Builds Trust With Yourself Let’s flip the script for a moment. Imagine someone makes you a promise. Then they break it. They make another, and break it again. Eventually, you stop believing them. That’s exactly what happens internally when you set goals but don’t follow through. You slowly erode trust with yourself. You become the kind of person you say you’ll do something—but deep down, you no longer believe it. Consistency is the antidote to this erosion. When you show up for yourself daily—especially on the hard days—you send a powerful signal: I keep my promises. That kind of self-trust is transformational. It’s what leads people to build careers, bodies, and lives that are resilient and fulfilling. The Compound Effect In his book The Compound Effect, Darren Hardy explores how small, smart choices, done consistently over time, lead to radical differences. Think of compounding interest in finance: it doesn’t look like much at first, but over years, it snowballs. The same principle applies in life. Reading 10 pages a day doesn’t seem like much—but that’s 3,650 pages a year. That’s about 12–15 full books. Writing one page per day yields a full novel in a year. Saving $5 a day becomes $1,825 annually, not including interest. Working out 30 minutes a day leads to better health than binge-fitness cycles of burnouts and injuries. These changes aren’t always visible in a week or even a month. But give them a year or two, and you’ll be shocked at the transformation. The Challenge of Boredom One of the biggest enemies of consistency is boredom. We like novelty. We like excitement. That’s why new ventures feel thrilling and finishing things feels like a slog. But consistency requires a mindset shift. It’s about understanding that greatness lives in repetition. The best athletes do the same drills. The best writers have routines. The best chefs chop onions the same way, every day. Mastery is monotonous. Embrace the boredom. It’s a sign you’re doing the work that matters. Systems Over Goals James Clear, author of Atomic Habits, makes a key distinction between goals and systems. A goal is a destination; a system is the process. Most people set goals but forget to build systems. Goal: Lose 20 pounds. System: Go to the gym every morning at 7 a.m. and eat whole foods six days a week. Goal: Write a novel. System: Write 500 words a day at 6 a.m. with a cup of coffee before checking your phone. You don’t rise to the level of your goals. You fall to the level of your systems. By focusing on systems, you shift from outcome obsession to process orientation. This shift is crucial because it removes the pressure of results and builds sustainable habits. Building Your Consistency Muscle So how do you become consistent when you’ve struggled in the past? Here are some practical steps: 1. Start Small Don’t try to overhaul your entire life overnight. Pick one habit. Make it almost ridiculously easy. Want to start exercising? Begin with 10 push-ups a day. Make it so small you can’t fail. 2. Tie It to a Trigger Attach your new habit to something you already do. For example, after brushing your teeth, meditate for one minute. After making coffee, write in your journal. This creates a chain reaction and automates the habit. 3. Track It Visually Use a habit tracker or a calendar. Seeing a streak build up is highly motivating. Jerry Seinfeld famously marked an “X” on his calendar every day he wrote jokes. His only rule? “Don’t break the chain.” 4. Forgive Fast You will miss a day. Life happens. Don’t use it as an excuse to quit. Instead, follow the “never miss twice” rule. Miss one day, but don’t miss the next. Progress isn’t linear—just keep going. 5. Surround Yourself With Accountability Find people pursuing similar goals. Join a group, post online, tell a friend. External accountability adds a layer of motivation and makes quitting harder. The Quiet Confidence of Consistency Here’s the beautiful part: once you commit to consistency, you no longer need to chase results. You show up, do the work, and let time do its magic. This creates a quiet confidence that isn’t loud or boastful—but powerful. You’ll begin to see yourself differently. You’ll stop questioning if you’re “disciplined enough” or “motivated enough.” You’ll know you are. Because you show up. Every day. Without applause. Without fanfare. Just you, doing the work. And that’s where the real transformation begins. Final Thoughts Consistency is the bridge between goals and results. It's not flashy, it’s not always fun, and it doesn’t go viral—but it works. In a world obsessed with hacks and shortcuts, consistency remains the ultimate long-term strategy. Next time you feel overwhelmed, don’t ask, “How do I stay motivated?” Ask, “What’s the smallest thing I can do today, and how can I repeat it tomorrow?” That question might change your life.
By Aliabout a year ago in Motivation
The 5-Minute Rule That Can Change Your Life
We've all been there—stuck in the muddy trenches of procrastination. Those moments when the simplest thing in the world is not possible. Sending a text, starting an assignment, cleaning the kitchen, or just unrolling the yoga mat—each of these tasks looms over us, and we delay them because it feels too big, too weary, or just out of our reach at that particular time. Surely, there has to be some secret to break that mental block—a tiny secret that turns the switch from "stuck" to "started." And that's exactly what the 5-Minute Rule offers: one teeny-weeny trick so small and simple, yet so powerful, that it could potentially transform your life. So, what is this little magic's rule, then? The 5-Minute Rule is a promise in your mind: the moment you catch yourself procrastinating, you promise yourself you'll work on the task for five minutes only. Not do it. Not even promise to do ten. Five minutes. If you really want to give up after five, fine. No guilt, no judgment. But most times, something weird happens—you don't want to give up. You keep going. The strength of this approach is that it breaks down the resistance that gets built up around beginning. If something seems too big or amorphous, our mind interprets it as a threat, which causes us stress or avoidance. But five minutes? No problem. That's how long it takes to boil water or scroll mindlessly on your phone. By redefining the task as little and fleeting, we slip past the psychological blocks that paralyze us. The task, previously a monolith, is now a step away. As soon as you take the first step, momentum does the rest. That's the magic. The hardest part of most tasks is getting started. But when you're already in motion—typing out that first sentence, washing the first dish, doing the first stretch—your mind switches from resistance to engagement. You get "in the zone" by accident. And before you know it, you're getting done a whole lot more than you initially planned to. So how does this tiny habit have such powerful consequences? First, it eliminates overwhelm. Our brains are wired to amplify effort. We mentally overestimate how difficult tasks will be. We create a fog of fear for ourselves. But when we only commit to five minutes, we're lowering the stakes. We're telling ourselves, "I don't need to do everything—I just need to start." This breaks up the cycle of fear and paralysis by analysis. Second, momentum is created. Motivation, according to popular myth, seldom comes before action. Really, it's more usually the opposite. If we take that first step, then motivation comes in. It's a psychological effect known as the Zeigarnik effect—our brains prefer to complete what we have started. Five minutes of effort will flip the switch from energy into inertia. Third, it produces consistency and habit. Doing something small every day creates neural connections that make behaviors automatic habits. Even if you stop after five minutes, you're affirming behavior. You're training your brain, "This is who I am—I'm someone who commits." And this becomes your new default over time. The brilliance of the 5-Minute Rule is its universality. You can apply it to nearly anything in life: stuck on assignments? Open the book and read for five minutes. Procrastinator regarding exercise? Just tie the shoes on and stretch. Feeling overwhelmed with clutter? Clean out one drawer. Dreading a hard conversation? Get down the first few ideas. Can't begin writing your essay? Simply write down a bad title or first line. In 90% of situations, you'll see that when you begin, you keep going. And even if you don't, you've still achieved something. You've done better than zero. That's progress. In a world obsessed with enormous dreams, everything-or-nothing battles, and overnight miracles, the 5-Minute Rule is a reassuring reminder: you don't have to finish everything tonight. You have to start. Success doesn't require heroism. It requires movement, in however small a step. And five minutes is as much time as it might take to change the course of your day. Your week. Your life.
By Filiponsoabout a year ago in Motivation
The Lie Behind Her Smile
1.A New Beginning It was a crisp September morning when Nathan Carter stepped onto the campus of Westbridge University, Colorado. The leaves were just beginning to turn gold, and the scent of fresh opportunity filled the air. A 20-year-old business major with dreams of building something legendary, Nathan wasn’t here for parties or casual distractions — he was here to focus, to learn, and to rise. Then came Emily Rhodes. She was everything he wasn’t. Loud, confident, charismatic — a journalism student with fiery red hair and a laugh that could melt stone. She walked into their shared marketing class late, with a coffee in one hand and a notebook in another, and yet somehow made it look graceful. Nathan had seen beautiful girls before, but something about her felt different. Maybe it was the way she looked at him and smiled. Or maybe it was just hope playing tricks. 2. Chemistry and Confusion As fate would have it, they were paired for a semester-long project: launching a mock product and pitching it to the class. At first, Nathan kept things professional. He believed emotions had no place in ambition. But Emily? She tore down his walls with ease. She joked, teased, asked about his dreams, and listened. They spent long evenings in coffee shops, sketching ideas and swapping stories. Emily loved his seriousness; Nathan loved her lightness. And before he could stop himself, he had fallen. One evening, under the soft glow of the campus lights, he said it out loud: “Emily, I think I’m in love with you.” She paused. Then smiled. “Let’s see where this goes.” For Nathan, that smile became his sun. What he didn’t know was that behind it, a storm was brewing. 3. The Cracks Appear At first, it was little things — unread texts, canceled plans, stories that didn’t add up. Emily began showing up late to their meetings. Her laughter, once genuine, now felt… distant. Nathan brushed it off. Maybe she was stressed. Maybe he was overthinking. But one night, while scrolling through Instagram, he saw it: a tagged photo from a party he hadn’t known about. Emily, wrapped around Brandon Miller — a senior athlete, known for his charm and reputation. His heart sank. He messaged her: “Who is he?” She replied hours later: “Nathan… I think we should take a break. This isn’t working.” No explanation. No remorse. Just a dead-end message. 4. Rock Bottom Nathan didn’t leave his dorm for three days. His roommate knocked, professors called, but he said nothing. He stared at the ceiling and replayed every moment, every lie, every smile. How could someone fake so well? But pain is a strange teacher. It either breaks you, or it builds you. For Nathan, it did both. 5. The Rebuild A week later, Nathan deleted every picture of her. He burned the notes she had written him. He shut off his emotions — and turned on his purpose. The project they had started together? He finished it alone. Not just that — he turned it into a real concept. A startup idea: "MindMap", a tool that helped college students manage stress, time, and mental health. He pitched it at a university competition. He won. That small win became a bigger one. Mentors noticed. Investors got curious. Over the next two years, Nathan built MindMap from dorm room code to a nationwide platform used by over 1 million students. By 25, he was named in Inc. Magazine’s 30 Under 30. 6. The Encounter Years passed. The pain faded, but the memory stayed — like a scar you learn to live with. At a tech summit in San Francisco, Nathan was preparing to speak on stage when someone approached him from the crowd. “Nathan?” He turned. It was Emily. She looked older, unsure. The confidence she once wore like perfume had faded. She smiled, but not the smile he once knew. “I saw your TED Talk… you’ve become incredible.” Nathan didn’t flinch. He smiled back.“Thank you. You were a part of my journey.”
By ankesh kushwahabout a year ago in Motivation
"When Silence Speaks Louder Than Words"
— A Reflection on the Unspoken Depths of Life In a world drowning in noise, endless opinions, and the constant hum of screens, silence is often misunderstood. It is seen as emptiness, awkwardness, or even weakness. But in truth, silence holds a rare kind of power — one that can comfort, speak, and even heal in ways words cannot.
By Wow Geniusabout a year ago in Motivation
How to Transform Your Mindset (Even If You’ve Felt Stuck Forever)
Ever feel like your brain is working against you? Like no matter how much you want to think positive or move forward, that little voice inside keeps saying, “Nope, not for you”?
By Md Zillur Rahaman Chowdhuryabout a year ago in Motivation
The last wish of a prisoner
There was a prisoner who had been sentenced to death. When his last wish was asked, he chose a wish that made everyone in the jail scratch their heads. He said, "My last wish is to spend the last night of my life with a virgin girl who will willingly stay with me. Please announce it on the mosque's loudspeaker to see if there is any girl who wants to be my wife." Convict number 917 did not seem like an ordinary prisoner to look at. He always seemed to be lost in another world. I couldn't quite decide whether he was innocent or a sinner. But whenever I looked at him, I felt like he was immersed in deep thought. There was an unearthly serenity on his face, but that serenity was mixed with an unknown and painful sadness. You know, what bothered me the most was that he was only nineteen years old. I thought he hadn't even seen this world properly, and now it was time for him to leave the world. He spoke very little. You know, either he didn't have the words to say, or he didn't want to talk. I often felt like asking him, "What sin have you committed for which the punishment is death?" But such indifference emanated from his face that my mouth would automatically shut. While working in the legal system, I had become a very hard-hearted person because my job was like that. But seeing that prisoner number 917, a strange kind of compassion arose in my mind. You know, thousands of questions stirred in my mind. But our jail had very strict rules. Here, it was strictly forbidden to establish any relationship with the prisoners in jail or to feel sympathy for them. One day I received a notice that convict number 917 would be executed in two days. For this reason, he would be given the opportunity to meet his parents for the last time. After reading this notice, a strange kind of restlessness started in my mind. My mind was very restless. My restlessness did not seem to end. I knew that every prisoner on death row was asked about their last wish. It is their right, which must be granted before death. It could be their favorite food, a desire to eat, a desire to meet their loved ones, or any kind of wish. Every effort is made to fulfill the prisoner's wish. Convict number 917's name was Rehan. That day he met his mother. The woman was holding her son tightly and repeatedly saying, "Son, I have complete faith that Allah will save you from punishment." The woman's words kept ringing in my ears. This false hope of a mother seemed impossible to me. The sentence had been announced, and once a sentence was announced, no kind of decision was taken back. But this woman was very confident that her son was innocent and would somehow be saved from punishment. That day I received a notice to find out Rehan's last wish. It was a notice to allow him to meet his family members for the last time. I thought maybe the boy would say that he wanted to spend some more time with his family members. Because in such circumstances, people usually don't express big wishes. But I never thought that his last wish would be so strange and surprising that I would be shocked to hear it. I came in front of him and prepared to talk to him for the first time. After being silent for some time, I asked him in a soft voice, "Rehan, do you have any last wish? Tell me if you have any kind of wish, and the maximum effort will be made to fulfill it." After looking at me for a while, he said in a faint voice, "I have a last wish, and I want you to promise me that you will fulfill my last wish." I assured him and said, "Every prisoner has the right to have their last wish fulfilled before their death. I promise you, I will try my best to fulfill your last wish." I was very surprised thinking that he was expressing this kind of last wish so clearly. I said, "Come with me. The SP sir will find out about your last wish downstairs." I took Rehan to the SP sir's room. Seeing him, the SP sir asked, "Rehan, son, do you have any last wish?" I was surprised to see that the SP sir was talking to him in such a soft voice. Usually, it doesn't happen like this. But maybe he knew the truth. Maybe he knew what the boy's crime was and why he had been sentenced to death. Most of the prisoners here had minor offenses, but the punishment was harsh. And so many big offenders were roaming freely outside. Rehan took a long breath and said, "My last wish in life is that I want to get married for the first and last time in my life. I want to get married and spend the last night of my life with my wife." As soon as I heard this, silence filled the entire room. I and everyone in the room started looking at each other. The SP sir was silent for some time, then asked, "Son, we will get you married. But will any girl marry you? Will any girl marry you knowing that you will be executed the next day? You are a death row inmate, and your age is so low. Your family members can't get you married by giving money to any girl's family. You are a boy from a poor family. And will any girl easily marry a poor boy? Especially one who is going to be executed in two days. So why do you want to waste the last time of your life?" The SP sir was silent for some time, then said again, "Tell me about something else, like your favorite food or a wish to meet a special person. We are ready to do everything for you, but getting you married is not possible. You are a death row inmate. Who will agree to marry you? How can we get you married?" But Rehan remained stubborn. He said, "SP sir, I have already said that my last wish is marriage, but you don't worry. I will tell you a way through which my marriage will happen very easily." Hearing Rehan's words, the SP sir started looking at him with surprised eyes. He seemed to be lost in deep thought, as if he was afraid that Rehan might ask some female worker of the jail or someone else to marry him. But what Rehan said was even more surprising. Rehan said, "Just announce it on the mosque's loudspeaker that Rehan Khan wants to marry a girl who is willing to marry him one day before his death sentence is carried out." As soon as I heard this, silence filled the entire room. Everyone started looking at each other again. The words were so strange that it felt unbelievable. Rehan took a promise from all of us that if any woman or girl agreed to marry him, then we would not stop him from getting married, and he would be able to spend the whole night with that married wife. We were forced to think about the matter because of his cleverness. The SP sir was silent for some time, then said, "I don't believe that any girl will agree to marry you on these conditions. Why would any girl ruin her life willingly? What will she gain by being your wife for a day? Why would anyone marry you against the wishes of their family?" But none of our words had any effect on Rehan. He said in a calm voice, "Get it announced. This is my last wish. If no one agrees, then I will not choose any other wish. Let the death sentence be carried out." Rehan's stubbornness forced us to give in. We announced it in the mosque. Rehan Khan, who has been sentenced to death and will be executed in two days, has a last wish to marry a girl. If any girl is willing to marry Rehan, then she should come and contact the jail. The announcement was made throughout the area. But we had a belief in our minds that no girl would agree to marry him on these conditions. Rehan was a child from a very poor family, and we believed that no girl would agree to marry him on these conditions. But still, we fulfilled his last wish without thinking. The matter seemed like a complete joke to us. It seemed like an impossible event. After some time, our jail clerk came to the door and said that a girl was standing at the jail gate dressed as a bride, and a Qazi Sahib was also with her. Hearing this, I and the SP sir were surprised and came out. A girl was standing in front of us, who would be seventeen or eighteen years old. She was really dressed like a new bride, completely decked out in wedding attire. A Qazi Sahib was with her, who had wedding papers in his hand. The SP sir asked with suspicion, "Maulvi Sahib, who are you? And who is this girl?" Then that Qazi Sahib said,"The girl came to me and said that I should perform her marriage and come to the jail with her." When asked why, the girl told me that her husband would be executed in two or three days. We were all surprised to hear all these words of the Qazi Sahib. He said, "I told the girl a lot, 'Daughter, why do you want to ruin your life?' But she remained adamant. She said that she would only marry this prisoner because she really loves some prisoner." As soon as I heard this, a strange silence spread throughout the jail. We never thought that anyone would love Rehan so much that they would leave everything and come to him at the last moment of their life. We were all very surprised, but we could not back down from our promise in any way. Our job was only to fulfill the prisoner's last wish. Finally, the Qazi Sahib was brought inside to complete the wedding ceremony, and Rehan was brought out of his cell to the office room for the wedding. The Qazi Sahib married Rehan to the girl. After the wedding was over, Rehan said, "Now you send the girl to my cell. I want to talk to my new bride and relive old memories. Just for one day, then my memories will fade into the water. After that, whether you want to hang me or kill me is up to you. You can do whatever you want with me. I have found the person I love. I don't want anything else." Hearing Rehan's words, tears welled up in my eyes. Maybe true love is like this. I wiped my eyes, but I didn't know that there was such a story hidden behind this marriage that everyone would be on the verge of losing consciousness if they heard it. The SP Sahib smiled and told me to send the girl to Rehan's cell and close the door. I completed all the arrangements and closed the door, leaving them alone. I thought that the girl would come out in a short time, but as time went on, I started hearing slight sounds. It felt like someone was trying to open something. I suspected that someone was trying to break the jail door, but I was relieved because I knew it was not an easy task. There was a very big and strong lock on the door. I went back to my place and became lost in thought. Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream echoed from inside the jail. I quickly got up from my chair and went to the door of Rehan's cell. I asked from inside, "What happened?" The girl, who was dressed as a new bride, took off her veil and started breathing heavily. She was crying restlessly, then her body started shaking. When I asked her a little bit, she said while trembling, "Take me away from here. I don't want to stay here." I said to her, "What happened to you suddenly? A while ago, you got married willingly. Has the intoxication of your love worn off? Are you worried about your future now?" But the girl didn't say anything. She just stood there holding her clothes tightly, as if she had seen something terrible. I opened the cell door. The girl ran out at lightning speed. I closed the door properly. I fulfilled my duty, then came back and fell asleep. I didn't even imagine that I would face a huge disaster after opening my eyes. In the morning, the SP Sir came to my room at a fast pace and said in an angry voice, "Where is prisoner number 917?" I said, "He is probably in his cell." The SP Sir said in a stern voice, "Go and see for yourself." I quickly ran towards Rehan's cell. Standing in front of the door, I called Rehan as usual, but there was no reply from inside. I started sweating. My heart rate increased. I peeked through the window, and I was about to lose consciousness after seeing what I saw. Inside the cell, a person was lying with their back turned, wearing men's clothes. My hands and feet started trembling. I quickly opened the cell door and turned that person around. I was surprised because it was the same girl who had come to marry Rehan last night. I stood there stunned. Just then, the SP Sir arrived there. As soon as he saw this scene, he shouted in surprise, "What kind of spectacle is going on here? Where is the prisoner Rehan? Give me an answer." I was not in a state to answer. The SP Sir's anger increased even more. "All of this has happened because of you. If you can't do your duty properly, then what are you doing here? Because of your mistake, an inmate who was sentenced to death has disappeared from the jail." My mind went blank. I looked at the unknown girl lying in front of me, who was lying in Rehan's place. It was all a deception. Rehan had made a fool of all of us. He himself had escaped from the jail dressed as a new bride. Last night, I thought that this girl had come to marry Rehan because she was madly in love. I thought that the girl really loved Rehan, but all of this was just a conspiracy. Rehan has used this girl against us, and we have all blindly helped him to make his plan successful. Now the question was what to do with this girl. She was sitting in front of us, and there was neither fear nor regret on her face. In a cold voice, she told us, "You have not done right by Rehan. He has not committed any crime that deserves the death penalty." I got angry and said, "Time will tell." The girl looked me in the eye and said, "Rehan is innocent, and time will prove it." I started getting even angrier at the girl, but there was nothing I could do at that time. The SP Sahib shouted and said, "Quickly try to find Rehan. If we don't find him in two days, then what will we answer to the higher authorities? He was supposed to be given the death penalty, and he has cheated us and run away. This is very shameful for us." I was feeling very restless. I myself couldn't understand how such a big deception could happen to me. I had trusted a human being. I had believed in a girl's words. I had married them, and in return, they had thrown dust in my eyes. Now I had only one path left. To find out the parents of the girl and to find out the truth by talking to them. But then an idea came to my mind. I thought I would ask the girl directly, maybe the truth could be known from her. Finding Rehan was very difficult. He had escaped from the jail many hours ago. We only found out about it in the morning, whereas he had escaped at four o'clock in the morning. I don't know where he is now. I looked at the girl sitting in front of me and said, "I want to ask you two questions. I hope you will answer truthfully." She answered clearly without any hesitation. "I am ready to tell the truth on Rehan Bhaiya's oath." I looked at the girl with surprise. She was now calling Rehan Bhai instead of husband. I asked in a clear voice, "Do you really consider Rehan your brother, or is he really your brother? Why did you two do this drama?" The girl became silent, as if lost in deep thought, then she said something that made me lose consciousness. The girl said, "No, he is not really my brother." I said, "Then why did you do this? Why did you marry him? And why are you suddenly calling him your brother? You two have cheated us. Rehan has cheated me and run away from the jail, but know that we will catch Rehan very soon, and we will give him the death penalty." But the girl remained calm. The girl put another check in my check and said, "Believe me, this is not true. Rehan will come back soon. He knows very well where he has to go and where he doesn't have to go, and the most important thing is that he has married me, and now I am also his responsibility, and Rehan never deviates from his responsibility. He can never leave me alone and go anywhere." Hearing the girl's words, I was surprised. How can she say with so much confidence that Rehan will come back? Was it really possible? I asked the girl, "Do you really believe that Rehan will come back?" The girl said, "If you listen to my whole story, then maybe your decision will change. Then you will understand what the truth is." I became silent. I could see that the girl was still firm on her words. If I asked her something else, then maybe she would tell us something more about the truth. The girl started speaking. "My name is Razia, and Rehan's engagement was done with my elder sister. Since childhood, Rehan has been a very brave and fearless boy. I have never seen him being afraid of anything. Rehan was my father's cousin's son. My father liked Rehan Bhaiya very much, and he trusted him a lot too. When Rehan Bhaiya's engagement was done with Badi Apu, Rehan Bhai started coming to our house frequently. I was quietly listening to the girl's words. She was saying that the atmosphere of our village was very strange. One day, Rehan Bhaiya came to our house to meet Badi Apu. Apu was not at home that day, but Rehan Bhai had come to our house many times before because he had become a member of our family. That night, only two of us sisters were at home, and no one else was there. Rehan Bhai had come through the back door. I understood that he had come to meet Apu. I started making tea in the kitchen so they could sit in the room and talk. Everything was going normally, but suddenly there was a loud noise at the door. I thought maybe Apu had come, so I quickly went towards the door. When I opened the door and looked outside, I was shocked. Three to four people were standing outside. Their clothes and faces looked very scary. It was clear from their faces that they were not ordinary people, maybe some goons. Fear spread throughout my body, but I felt some relief thinking that Rehan Bhai was with us. I quickly closed the door. They said, "Open the door quickly, otherwise you will be in trouble." I pleaded with folded hands, "Please, we are only two sisters in the house." One of those people said while laughing, "We know very well that a boy has entered your house some time ago. You will not be able to fool us." Just then, hearing the noise, Rehan Bhai came out. He signaled me to go inside. I quickly went to my room, but I could hear everything that was happening outside. Rehan Bhai went and stood in front of those thugs. One of them said something very bad, which made Rehan Bhai's blood boil. He was working with his mind because there were four or five people standing in front of him, and he was alone. If he had given them a counter-reply and a fight had broken out there, then we two sisters would have been alone at home. For this reason, he politely sent those thugs away, but it had become a matter of ridicule. Four thugs used to stand outside our house every day. Whenever Abu went out, these people would start harassing us. Then one night, something happened that changed our lives completely. My elder sister was sleeping in her room. In the darkness of night, we suddenly heard the sound of breaking. Someone was trying to enter inside by breaking the window. At that time, Rehan Bhai was also at home. It was not easy for him to tolerate all this. When those thugs were forcibly trying to enter the house, a big fight broke out between Rehan Bhai and those thugs, which changed our entire lives. In that fight, my sister died, and it was an accidental accident in Rehan Bhaiya's hands, and for this, he is sentenced to death. But the real culprit has not been caught." She wanted to make sure our honor was taken and then she could go to rest, then she started to speak again, I have gotten my mothers contact that she was telling me, what is needed to give to her. Nazia said as I was telling them and they came together, it would be very good at home. But it has been the need to give back, the sister would give but I would not forgive. I was then I could take this home. We'd give our love but they would start screaming so it could make it easy for me to know with the plans. Rehan met with a big lawyer. The lawyer was against Rehan. When there was nobody by his side, he saved him, now this lawyer is by Rehan's side and showed that Rehan is not the killer and proved his innocence. If Rehan did this, then he wouldn't have anything else. This had to be fair. Allah shows love and the truth. The mother told me I would not have to feel the same." After listening to the whole story, I don't know anything I had been thinking. The mind feels the equations. Life is mixed with all sorts of stories and time and some stores in a life. Let me know if you have any questions.
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