Whole Truth Revealed
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In my opinion, the preview should be written by my publishers or editors after reading the book. However, following are a couple of first paragraphs which may or may not be approved. 1. Suddenly, the drums started beating loudly outside the main entrance door of our house and the youngsters gathered outside started shouting in unison in our native language, “ Mu’barak ho, Mu’barak ho “ ( congratulations, congratulations ). It was late afternoon of the spring of 1957 and I was sitting in the verandah with my mother. She was lecturing me on ethics and moral principles and I was listening half heartedly. It was the day when the result of our high school graduation was to be announced and I was keeping my fingers crossed. She said that she would go outside and find out as to what was all the commotion about. She came back with an ear to ear smile on her face, hugged me passionately and kissing me on my forehead as was her custom informed me that I had not only passed my High School graduation examination in First Division which was equal to an A but had also stood first amongst my class fellows of the village. I went out because they were calling me. There were so many hugs and slaps on my back that I could hardly stand. They demanded treat on the happy occasion. I came back in and told my mother. She willingly and happily gave me some money which I gave to them and they went away shouting and hollering. The drummers also wanted some reward money for participating in the happy occasion and they were obliged. 2. The news spread rapidly as it does in a small locality and friends and extended family members started coming to our house to congratulate me and other family members. I had to stand up, to embrace and to shake hands with everyone and by the time I slept that night, my hands and body were paining. The zenith and climax of the evening was the arrival of our Head Master ( Principal ) who arrived with his wife and congratulated me and my parents very enthusiastically. Incidentally, his son was my class fellow who had managed to pass but was way behind me in marks obtained. I have always admired his greatness, generosity and nobility. Good old times. My younger brother and youngest sister were also very happy and were delightedly receiving congratulations from their own friends. My Dad came back from his job in the evening and was extremely happy to know the admirable success of his First Born. He expressed his happiness by lifting me up on his shoulders and kept circling till he was dizzy. The only other time when he tried to express his happiness in a similar manner was when I was selected as a 2nd Lieutenant in Pakistan Army but he could not lift me up because I had grown taller and heavier. It was an honor in those days to be selected as an officer in the Pakistan army and I was the only one from my entire college. But that part later.
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About the Book
This is an absolutely factual and truthful narration of occurrences in the life of the author, who is an immigrant from one of the South Asian countries. The events are told in the best possible storytelling manner and are kept as interesting as possible. I had never even thought of writing my true life history because it is mostly a private thing, and customarily, it is guarded as a state secret by almost everyone. It so happened that remaining under continuous threat and depression made me a psychiatric patient, and I had to seek medical help. I was referred to a psychiatrist who, during one of his sessions, advised me to write my life history briefly. I did so and presented the few pages to him during my next visit. He read it and liked the narration. I noticed that after a couple of paragraphs, there was a broad smile on his face, which remained there till end. I decided that I would bring a similar smile on the faces of people who would care to read my recital. Read on, my dear reader. You wouldn’t be disappointed.
About the Author
The author is an unknown person from a lower middle class family of a third world country. He had dreams like everyone else and had to struggle very hard during his journey to achieve something in life. En route, he suffered constantly both physically and emotionally. Patience is a virtue in itself and has its dividends. It is said that relax and enjoy when rape is inevitable. He learnt and practiced to be patient when circumstances became extremely intolerable and oppressive. He is not a religious person but he always reverted to his childhood belief and bowed before Allah ( God ) Almighty to implore His Mercy, Compassion and Benevolence. Not surprising that he was always rewarded and granted his prayers. He even had to seek help from a psychiatrist but recovered soon using his sheer and utter determination. After achieving his goal successfully, he decided to write an inspirational book for the good of common human beings. He was also advised by the psychiatrist to do so and before you, dear reader, is the end result of a lifetime’s efforts.