The Vibrant Life | A Tale of Liveliness and Adventure

A ferry was stationed on the coast of New York that transported people to the Statue of Liberty. However, prior to boarding the ferry, tickets had to be purchased due to the high volume of people. The ferry was crowded and individuals waiting for the second or third ferry were standing in the scorching sun with their hands holding coke burgers, juice, and movie cameras. The crowd consisted not only of young individuals and children, but also elderly individuals. To entertain the waiting crowd, a black-clad person displayed their talents while playing music and accepting tips. However, no one was forced to give money.

On the shore of the sea, there were boats and ferries anchored. Women were visible on the other side of the sea, near the buildings of Downtown Manhattan, New York. Images of the Statue of Liberty and various locations in America were being sold in front of the line of people. Nearby, there were benches where people were waiting for their turn to purchase tickets for the ferry. They were hoping to board the train as well, once they had their ferry tickets.

The sun was shining, but the wind was blowing due to the presence of the ocean. Despite this, the situation of the American people was bad... Their faces had turned red. Men and women were dressed in sweatshirts and trousers. It was a weather condition similar to what we experience in April in our country, but they were unable to tolerate the heat. I was thinking about what would happen to these people if they visited a tourist spot in Pakistan in June or July during midday. Moving away from the crowd, I sat on a bench when my gaze turned to the other side. An elderly man was dancing with music wearing a neat and tidy shirt and tie.

He was so weak that he struggled to stand up with his musical instrument. Upon approaching him, it became evident that he was a beggar... a box was placed on his lap. Passersby dropping by to purchase Stitch of Liberty tickets would place a few cents in his box. He toiled away begging for alms. He was such a dignified beggar that he never asked anyone for anything in the name of Allah. People had left him there at their own discretion, but if they wished, they could give him something. I pondered that if these people also begged, then they too must work hard for it. It's a pity that in our country, people resort to begging instead of working. Young women carry small children on their hips, begging for alms while shouting, "In the name of Allah, please give something, may your son be safe.

As for me, I told Bibi to go for Hajj, and her husband should continue to win. If you don't give something even after hearing so many prayers, then bad prayers come out, which are uttered under the breath and are harmful. People give something out of fear of bad prayers. If someone says that Bibi will work, then they will make excuses. How can I work with such a young child? My husband is blind, who will cook for him?

Hearing this, I felt no need to say anything else.

The conversation was interrupted by the ferry docked on the shore and the people riding on it.