Some memories are connected with every human being. In Pakistan some years ago the conditions of the society were very different. There was a relationship of affection, love and respect between people. People come forward to help their neighbors, rekindling some of the same golden memories of the past.
When the children had to be beaten at home, why did you do such an act at school that the teacher beat.
When the neighbors asked if I was going to buy vegetables, you did not order anything from the market.
When it was said that Allah has given only halal sustenance, what does money have to do with it?
When curry was exchanged with the neighbors that our younger son does not eat bitter gourd, you would keep a plate of bitter gourd and give the curry that you have cooked.
When our neighbors knew all our relatives.
When in the morning the left over bread of the night was mixed with water and ghee, his paratha was prepared and all the siblings had his breakfast.
When his children were forbidden to befriend the children of a corrupt neighbor.
When food was sent from homes for the imam of the mosque.
When they saw him bringing double bread in the house, the neighbors used to ask who is sick in the house.
When children used to go to their uncle's, maternal uncle's, aunt's and paternal uncle's house and spend month by month.
When the postman called our name and threw the letter in the door of the house.
One house would have that and the whole neighborhood would come to watch the drama in the evening.