“The Power of Yes”

“The Power of Yes”
INTRODUCTION
I belong to Kot Addo district of Punjab province of Pakistan. I belong to a very poor family. I lived with my mother, sister and one brother. When I was five years old, my father left us and got remarried and left us helpless and went to another city. There was no one to take care of our upbringing. There was only a single mother who was in charge of our upbringing, which direction to take our children. Since we were small, we did not want anything except food, drink and clothing. Like other children, we had the habit of stubbornly begging, whether it was money or clothes. My mother was also an illiterate woman. She did not know what to teach her children. She just worked as a nanny in other people's houses day and night to take care of our upbringing. She used to bring used clothes for the children of these rich people and we wore everything from shoes to clothes and food. We ate leftovers, since our house did not cook food for many days. Whenever an Eid festival came, we would wait for those people to throw away their clothes and our mother would pick them up and then our Eid would be over. When we saw people's children wearing new clothes on Eid, I would feel in my heart that I wish we too would wear new clothes.
There was one wish in my heart that was the most important, that when I saw other people's parents with their children, my heart would cry tears of blood, wishing he was our father too and we too would express our desire for him. Many times I heard this from other parents that this is our hero, meaning their son. I have also heard that I have only one son who is our life, who is our everything, our entire capital. Many times I saw parents who would sit their children next to them and feed them with their own hands. And they would give them good advice: Son, wear this, eat this, do that, don't do that, etc. And I kept thinking in my heart that I wish I had all this in my life. My whole life, I don't know what a father is, I have longed for this wish. Those were the days when I used to go to school and my mother was my father. She used to travel many miles from home to make arrangements for our food and drink. Throughout the day, she used to work in people's houses. I heard my mother scolding me many times and not once did my mother let me feel at home. She used to teach us at night but she herself was not educated but Allah blessed her with such an ability that she used to teach us basic education like counting, numbers, alphabet and English letters. She used to teach us at night. At that time there was no electricity so she used to teach us by the light of a lantern or a box. We used to get tired but she used to force me to study. When I needed money for pocket money, I used to ask for one rupee on the pretext that I need one rupee which I need to buy a lead pencil. What she would do is that the battery cell with a black coin inside would give me that I don't have money. You can use it to write on the board as a spell. That dream would also be shattered right there. But my mother, with her hard-earned money, raised me and my siblings in such a way that, thank God, we did not take any wrong steps that would have brought us disgrace in society. As we grew older, it became more difficult to run the household.
Then my mother decided that instead of working in someone's house, I would now work in the fields of farmers, which would also help the house run and the children could study, such as harvesting wheat, picking cotton, and sowing rice, etc. My mother would travel many miles and work in the fields, thus running the entire household. And on Saturdays and Sundays, when I had a day off from school, she would tell me to come along so that I could earn some more money, otherwise I would help my mother. I was very fond of studying, thinking that one day I would definitely become a great man. When I passed middle class, I did not have money for the matriculation examination, and it was decided in the house that the mobile phone in the house would be sold. At that time, the Nokia 1100 was very popular. I sold it and took the exam, and thus I completed my matriculation. Now I had to take admission in intermediate. I got admission from here and there. Then my mother's cousins, including uncles and others, said, "This guy will become a big officer. You should teach him some skill so that he can go home." One of them said, "Get him a rickshaw, he will drive it." During this time, I completed my intermediate.
When I went to college, I wished that I could wear nice clothes like those students and wear pants and a tie, but I was good at my studies. I worked during the day and studied at night. After completing my intermediate, I started teaching in a private school, which started earning some income. I did not give up. I quietly got admitted to the college for a bachelor's degree. One day, I met the principal of the college and told him everything. He asked me to give him leave and give me a notice so that I could continue my studies at home. The principal understood my point. Thus, I obtained my bachelor's degree and now I thought that I cannot stop my studies here. I have to move forward and Allah's help is with me. I got admission in the famous university of Pakistan, International Islamic University, Islamabad, and based on my marks, I was awarded a full scholarship and thus I started my studies. When I reached the university and started studying, the class was one day a week. Now I had neither hostel money nor food money. I called my mother to ask if I should come back home and start my school so that I could get my rent money. It was decided and I came back. Now I used to go to classes on Saturdays and return in the evening by the same train on which I went. I did not have money for a roti and curry in the university. I used to eat raita with salad and then my mother suggested that I take the pickle that I have at home and take a roti from there. I used to go by train because the bus fare was very high and I did not take a seat in the train because the seat fare was also high. I used to sit downstairs in the train. The train ran all night and I spent the entire journey sitting downstairs. Similarly, I completed my master's degree and now I have decided that now the child of a working woman will definitely get higher education and I will tell the world that whether it is a working woman or the son of a rich man, if the morale is high, he will definitely reach his destination.
Meanwhile, we got my younger sister married. My mother was still working in the fields of farmers. While she was working, she became a heart patient. One day, I was using siting sad one my relatives whose name is Muhammad Aslam made phone call and after discussion he asked what you doing nowadays I said nothing because I don’t have money to work some bushiness or continue my study suddenly he said can you come here in Malaysia for study and also he said I will pay your fees I cannot believe him because I don’t know he was a my distant relative I was don’t known properly and I didn't ever before talk on mobile phone. We were talking first time that’s why I was not believe on him. I thought he was joking. I just nodded and said yes. That time I had to say yes only then my life changed. I got the admission in Ph.D. My mother and I were very happy that I had been admitted to one of the most famous universities in the world. My friends gave me money for the ticket and sold everything I had at home and that's how I reached Malaysia. When I reached Malaysia, I had a pant shirt and a dirty pair of shoes. No one believed me that I had come here to do a PhD, but I did not give up and I focused on my studies. I published fifteen articles in the first year, which surprised everyone, my professors, etc. And I presented my research paper in ten international conferences and I won a bronze medal in one poster presentation. So far, I have published twenty-two articles and I have got a job in a multinational company as a customer public dealing and I am working part-time in another company. And I sent my mother to Saudi Arabia for Um-rah twice and once I myself have come back after performing Um-rah. Today, people tell my mother that her nanny's son is pursuing a doctorate degree abroad.
CONCLUSION
Just one time I said Yes my life was changed if hadn’t said yes my life wouldn’t change. You should never lose heart. Always keep your morale high and keep your vision clear and work hard. One day, success will kiss your feet. Life gave me many reason to give up, but my mother gave me one reason to keep going love. She was my strength, my teacher, my provider, and above all, my hero. Though I grew up without a father, I was never without guidance. Her sacrifices shaped me into who o am today. I may not have worn new clothes or eaten fancy food, but I was wrapped in the richest fabric of all my mother’s unconditional love. ‘
This story isn't just mine it’s a tribute to every mother who becomes every-things for her children. And one stranger changed the my life just I said yes.