The need of time

Mrs.Jamsheed was sitting in her gharden;small yet well-maintained.It was an owsum mid-March day-nor cold neither hot.Ali suddenly, out of no where appeared."Ma!you will not believe in my words.I got a job in California.Look, look at this e-mail", he said.Mrs.Jamsheed congraulated her only son on his achievement.The air seemed to be filled with happiness.For Mrs.Jamsheed, the news made her day.Afterall,who would not love to see her offspring prosperous.

However, soon the elation transformed into a severe tension for the whole family-a middle-class family of a developing country.Ali informed his parents regarding the immense expenditure for his travel and for the first few months.Mr.Jamsheed strained every nerve to gather the huge amount, but, all efforts ended in smoke.Most friends refused straight-away;others could not afford.Acquaintances and relatives, all were asked for help.Unfortunately, every effort made proved unfruitful.At the end, Ali gave the idea of selling their little home-the life-long saving of his parents.

Keeping in mind, the need of the time;they both agreed with the decision but were not happy with it.The last few weeks in their lovely abode passed in profound melancholy.To their surprise, Ali was barely affected by the situation.However, every single moment, sixty-five years in age ,Mrs Jamsheed spent in it; revolved around her mind.The nights started to pass in suppressed sobs. In a monologue, she said,"It's not that i'm a woman.How can someone forget a time period of thirty years.These walls are familiar even with my shadow".

Conversely, Ali could not let the enticing and alluring opportunity; to go like that."Who wants to live in a country where one's fate, carrer and even life hangs in balance",he replied himself when he saw his mother's condition.

It was not, until one day that he altered his opinion.When he became aware of the sacrifices made by his parent to make that 'little house'.Actaully, he got his mother's diary from a table.Without knowing that it was her personal diary, he opened it.On one of it pages, somewhat brown,it was written:

'14-4-1990

Today, Jamsheed argued with me unreasonably.For just cough and fever who visits a doctor?I told him, i cannot afford to use money for such petty needs. I want to save it for our house.And i know, i will be alright.It is just a matter of few days.'

Ali became transfixed due to severe pangs of guilt. He resembles a statue, until tears began to flow copiously flow from his black, wide eyes. Immediately, he ran towards his mother's room. She was engaged in a brown study- to her past."You must have scolded me , beaten me, rejected my demand... but you did not;why not?",while sitting in her mother's feet, he said all in a moment.Simultaneously, Mr.Jamsheed opened the door, informing Ali that property agent had arrived."For what?We are not selling our house.How can one possibly think of selling a shelter which provided warmth and is our piece of heart", Ali's showed that he had changed his decision.

Once again smile glistened on their faces.