Violence ultimate religion

Violence ultimate religion

There are some people in the world who are not everyone's servants but everyone's servants, who do not have the time to raise their heads even if their work is not done. Jamid was among the humans of this category. Absolutely carefree, neither friendly to anyone, nor enmity to anyone. The person who laughed and said, has become a slave to the innocent. He used to enjoy doing odd jobs. If someone falls ill in the village, he is present for the care of the patient. If you go to the house of midnight Hakim, in search of some herb, the forests are searched. It was not possible to see a poor person being tortured and kept quiet. Then, even if someone kills him, he would not desist from advocating. Hundreds of such opportunities had come before him. He used to be molested on the day he came from the constable. That is why people considered him a fool. And the same thing was there. Seeing the burden of someone who is heavy, take away his head, Who would call someone sensible if someone ran away to raise a shed or extinguish the fire. The summary is that no matter how much benefit was reached from his caste to others, he did not have any favor, even he was able to help others even for rotis. He was crazy and used to eat his gum second.

After all when people shouted a lot - 'Why are you destroying your life, you die for others, someone is going to ask yours too? If one day you fall ill, then no one should give a full water, as long as you serve others, people give it to eat as a bailout, the day will come, no one will even speak directly, then Jamid's eyes open. . There was nothing at all about the kitchenware. Woke up one day and took one way. Arrived in the city after two days. The city was very large. The palace talks to the sky. Roads were wide and clear, market Gulzar, mosques and temples were not more than houses, if not less. There was neither a mosque in the countryside, No temple. Muslims used to offer Namaz on a platform. Hindus used to offer water under a tree. Seeing this greatness of religion in the city, Jamid got a lot of grief and joy. In his eyes, religion was respected as much as any other worldly object. He started thinking --- how confident these people are, how truthful they are. How much compassion, how much conscience, and sympathy will be there, only then God has accepted them so much. He looked at each visitor with respect and bowed his head politely in front of him. All the creatures of this place looked like him.

It was twilight while walking. He tired and sat on the platform of the temple. The temple was very big, the golden urn was shining above. Jagmohan's marble fours were inlaid, but in the courtyard there was dung and garbage everywhere. Jamid was irritated with the dirt, seeing the condition of the temple, he could not stay away from it, looked around here to find if he got a broom, then clear it, but the broom could not be seen anywhere. Constrained, he started cleaning the platform with the help.

In a while, there was a gathering of devotees. When he saw Jamid clearing the platform, he started talking to each other.