I looked through the window

I looked through the window....
I saw a small chubby boy, sitting on the bed holding a slice of bread in his right hand and a small onion in his left hand. He seems enjoying the taste of it. I saw a beautiful woman sweeping the floor.

"My dear! why are you eating onion with bread?
 Let me bring you something else" She said to me while heading towards me.
"Mom! it does taste good. I love it" I replied with a smile and having a huge bite from the bread.
 "Eat something else. Mom wants to see you chubby" She said to me, gave me a kiss and left. I was observing her till she entered the room.

I looked through the window

I saw myself...wearing black kurta, hair combed and books in hand.
"Mom! I want to go to school. My friends are waiting for me. Faster". I saw my mother coming out from the room fast.
"Here is your food for the break. Don't fight with anyone okay my dear" She gave me a container filled with something I don't know  . She kissed my both cheeks and eyes. I step out from the house happily.Seeing a future, smiles, hopes and dreams.

I looked through the window

I saw myself standing on sajdah.
"Mom! How many rakaat should I pray?" I yelled at her.
 "It's zohor. Pray 4 rakaat sunnah, 4 fardh and then 2 sunnah" She replied to me..
"Ohoo mom.. That's too much" I complained to her while still standing there. She slowly came inside the room, hugged me and said to me
"My dear son! heaven is not cheap. Just pray my son. You will get reward from Allah". I was speechless. While praying, the corner of sajdah was folded. I moved a lot of times to correct it. After finishing the prayer, I slowly walked towards my mother and I asked
"Mom!".
"Yes son! you have finished praying?"
"Yes mom. I want to ask you mom". She looked at me for a while.
 "what you want to ask?"
"Mom! can we move a lot of time while praying?" She smiled hearing my question. "It's ok but try not to move".

I looked through the window

I saw myself with my grandparents. We were walking to the garden. I was holding my grandfather's hand. His skin was rough and I asked him
 "Grandpa! oooo Grandpa! ".
 "Yes dear!". "Why your skin is rough?" I asked while looking at him. He lifted me and say
"you know why it is rough?" "No I don't know".
"One day you will know the answer.Now give me a kiss?"
"Nononononon grandpa. You will bite me. Grandma tell grandpa. " I screamed and he did the same. Kissed me on my cheek and we laughed together.

I looked through the window

I saw myself playing marbles with my cousins in the wide space in front of our house. Elders were sitting together, girls were playing among them. While we were enjoying our games. My pocket was full of marbles.  Life was so beautiful, meaningful and love full. We were poor in everything but we were rich in love. We loved each other very much. We never quarreled.

I looked through the window and I looked. I looked again and I couldn't see anything. Everything become black. Nobody is there. I'm just standing alone, looking for those who played before with me, touching the places we were sitting, digging a hole for marble. But nothing more.It all just memories I have till now. Every second of my life, I remember those memories and I become emotional. I miss them a lot. I want them back. and these all are just dreams.

I was a little poor guy but my life was full of love and happiness. Every second was meaningful to me, every minutes was precious to me and every hour was a gold to me.