The consequence of fleeting love, my eye witnessed today in the silence of a mother.

✍🏻 Muhammad Palan Puri

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A girl running away with another girl, going to court and stamping a seal of rebellion on relationships, all this I had only heard with my ears until now. My eyes had never touched this reality, but today that scene stood before my eyes, and in an instant, my eyes filled with tears. And why wouldn't they? My glasses saw a mother whose eyes were silently getting wet. She wasn't speaking, but her silence was screaming. That face, which once had the sunshine of happiness, is now pale; that paleness is a witness to the wounds of her heart. I saw a brother whose young heart was burning. There was only one sentence on his tongue: that nothing should happen to my sister, and that's all. Indeed, it was not just a strange but a horrific scene...

O my sisters! Just think for a moment! What kind of love is this that blinds you? What kind of love is this that does not see the wet eyes of a mother, does not smell the scent of a father's sweat, does not know the value of a brother's selfless love? What have you gained and what are you going to gain on this path? Why do you forget years of sacrifices for a moment's passion? Just look back at the womb of that mother who carried you in pain for nine months, look at the forehead of that father in whose sweat your hope resided, look at the heart of that brother who stood as your shield without any purpose, without any greed, and then ask yourself if it is really love to sacrifice all of them for a stranger?

This writing is a plea, a piece of advice spoken in the language of pain. I wish these tears would stop before they flow, I wish these steps would stop before they are taken, because when a family breaks, not only relationships are shattered, but the trust of generations is also reduced to ashes...

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