A unique hero with love and affection

Working in a hospital means dealing with thousands of different people and thousands of different thoughts on a daily basis. How can you keep yourself neutral in the daily struggle of these different thoughts?

This neutrality shows where you stand as a human being in this journey of life. These are the days when I was on probation and I was sent to the Kidney Transplant Ward to fulfill my responsibilities. I was doing my job as usual when suddenly a nurse screamed. When I noticed the voice, she was scolding a Muslim staff, saying, "How did you put the Holy Quran in this cabinet, if any Hindu staff picked up the Holy Quran and martyred it?"

One thing that came to my mind that day was that hatred is the greatest reward of love in our society. We do not consider love to be love without hate. Whenever we have to show love, it is necessary for us to show hatred towards someone.

The way to show love for Pakistan is to show hatred for India. Loving one's own profession requires hating another. Our nurse also loved the Qur'an, but this path of love passed through the hatred of Hindus.

A Sri Lankan man was beaten to death by a mob in Sialkot on Friday for blasphemy. The flames of hatred were so great that his mutilated body was burned. And selfies with burning human bodies and souls were taken as if people were out for fun in a fair stall after Friday prayers.

The mind is amazed at the thought of how in a few minutes man-made letters and other objects become more important than God's creation. Everything that is related to God becomes sacred. As the most honorable creature created by God, why has man never become holy? Why do stoning to death God's creatures not fall into the category of blasphemy?

When it comes to love for God and His Messenger, how can there be any reference to hatred? Love can always be born from the womb of love. No one is harmed when riots break out with the title of love. The teachings themselves, which the clergy want to portray, are at a disadvantage.

Some time ago I went to the bazaar to get some tents for the Milad venue. The shopkeeper first asked, "Why do you need a tent?" When we told him about Milad, he flatly refused to give us a tent. When we asked the reason, it turned out. After some discussion, when the shopkeeper became convinced that we are harmless people, he opened the story. He said that some people had taken a tent from me for Milad in the mosque in the front street.

When asked for money after Milad, no one gave a specific answer. Once I went to the mosque to collect the money, things got worse. I was told to get out of here now. If a fatwa is issued, it will become yours. I took the road back at that time and vowed that I would give tents to the people of the next temple and never to the people of the mosque.

The question is, who put this horrible picture of the mosque in the heart and mind of the tent owner? It is not the tent owner's fault. But our problem is that we create a bad image in the brain and then burn the brain. Why is this image formed on it? We call this movement love and we become heroes.