Growing up in a co-family system made me realize the importance of sharing and caring


It has been several years since I had good grades. The former top of his class is now happy with the average scores because, as we all know, the weather keeps changing. To my dear readers, I will not write about “Pakistan Education System” or “Grades Don’t Matter”. Today’s blog revolves around something that is of immense importance, at least to me.

A few days ago, I was at work when my phone rang. It was my grandmother. The reason for the call, most of the time, is that I have to get him some medicine. The September 27 appeal was no different; at least that’s what I thought.

Grandmother: Mani, kaisa hai mera beta. Tunay mujhay btaya hi nae kay tu pass hogaya hai.

Me: Jee jee, mein aya tha apkay pass lekin yaad hi nahi raha

Grandmother: Bohot khushi hui sun kar. Teri phupho says pata chala. Allah tujhay hamesha khush rakhay. Tujhay laiq karay

Me: Ameen!

When the call was over, I smiled and resumed my work. It was one of those special moments that made me realize how special I was to my family. When I met my grandmother the other day, she gave me 500 rupees. I told my parents about my reward and my dad jokingly asked me for the money.

It was not the first time that I received inaam for my success. But this moment was precious. Why precious? Because of all the prayers I have received, and I saw happiness and joy on my grandmother’s face. She couldn’t be prouder of her oldest grandson.

These are the precious moments of happiness and joy with which I have been blessed. These family moments bring comfort with them. Growing up in a co-family system made me realize the importance of sharing and caring. The whole family of 18 is there for me whenever I need it.

I was raised alongside my cousins ​​whom I call my siblings. We were arguing, it is still the case today. But that hasn’t stopped us from coming to our aid whenever we need it. Of course, there have been instances of misconduct, but in the end we were able to put our differences aside and bury the hatchet. Playing on Play Station 2 with my siblings is one of the most cherished memories of my 21 years of life.

(PS Morons invade my privacy)

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