Paloma solitaria descansando frente a una pequeña tienda de la ciudad

Bilkul bhai 🙂 Ye rahi ek garib kabutar ki chhoti si kahani: --- Ek shehar ke purane mandir ke chhajje par ek garib kabutar rehta tha. Uske paas na apna ghosla tha, na hi rozana daana. Roz subah woh udaan bharta aur gali-gali ghoom kar thoda-bahut khana dhoondhta. Ek din tez baarish aa gayi. Saare kabutar pedon aur makanon ke andar chup gaye, lekin ye garib kabutar bheegta raha. Thak kar woh ek chhoti si dukaan ke bahar baith gaya. Dukaan ke malik ne use dekha aur daya aa gayi. Usne thoda sa daana aur pani rakh diya. Kabutar ne pet bhar kar khaya aur roz wahi aane laga. Dheere-dheere dukaan wale ne chhajje par uske liye ek chhota sa ghosla bana diya. Ab kabutar sirf garib nahi tha, balki mehfooz bhi tha. Kuch mahine baad, wahi kabutar apne bachchon ke saath udta hua dikha. Jo kabutar kabhi akela tha, aaj khush tha—sirf ek chhoti si rehm-dili ki wajah se। Seekh: Kabhi-kabhi chhoti si madad bhi kisi ki zindagi badal sakti hai ❤️ Agar chaho to main ise bachchon wali, emotional, ya Islamic touch ke saath bhi likh dunga bhai.