Labor Day Reflection:

 

Labor Day Reflection:

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For a person in the crowd, possibly a familiar face that was hard to find. In the end, the ideal individual was found. Getting through the group, he connected, got his hand, and hauled him out of the get-together. Then, at that point, beginning his cruiser, they left.

In the wake of riding somewhat further, he dialed back the bicycle and halted close to a tree. Underneath the tree, there was a rough seat. He took a seat and invited the elderly laborer to join him. Discreetly, he opened his pack and took out a lunchbox.

Inside were parathas and an omelet, which he placed in front of the elderly laborer, signaling him to eat. "May I ask why this generosity?" inquired the old man.

There was a surprise in the old man's voice, "I too, like you, have toiled as a laborer all my life. Now, by God's grace, my children have grown up, and they don't let me do any work. I was sitting at home, watching TV, when a news anchor said something that shook me."

He proceeded, "Today is Work Day, a worldwide day for laborers, yet even today, the workers are out working.

They don't have a day off. How are they able to afford a day off? If they take a day off from work, the stove at home won't burn, and if the stove doesn't burn, how will the fire in the belly be extinguished? Then hunger will dance, and poverty will rise. Can't Allah's friends arrange for these friends to have a day off, even just for one day?"

Hearing this, I couldn't have breakfast either. I took my meal with him and embarked on the search for Allah's friends. In the crowded assembly of laborers, amidst the robust and seasoned workers, I found the weakest and oldest man. I brought him here and told him that I would share a meal with him and also give him today's wage.

This concludes the entire story. In the old laborer's eyes, there gleamed pearls. Trembling hands, he held my grateful hands, kissed them, and with teary eyes, embraced me.


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