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AN ACCIDENT
OR
AN UNFORGETTABLE EVENT OF MY
LIFE
“We do not remember days, we
remember moments.”
(Cesare Pavese)
Man’s life is made of events. But
some events are unforgettable. These events can happen anytime and at any
place. Once I witnessed (شھادت) a
terrible accident that I cannot forget all my life.
Once we were to go to Gujranwala. We
wanted to see our relatives. It was the summer holidays. I was to go there with my
parents. We got up early in the morning and went to the bus stand. We reached
there at eight. It was very crowded بھیڑ، ہجوم) (there. A lot of people were going here and there. Everybody
seemed in a hurry. There was so much noise that we could not hear one another.
I was very excited. We bought some sweets to enjoy ourselves on the way.
The bus started rather late. It was
full of people. All the passengers were settling down and were putting their
things at proper places. Our bus driver was driving slowly and carefully. After some time some young boys asked him to drive fast. But the driver did not listen
to them. He was still driving slowly and carefully. The boys kept quiet for
some time, but they again started asking him to drive fast. The driver tried to
make them understand that it was dangerous to drive fast, but the boys were
arguing with him.
“Time is
measured by moments.”
(Khalid Masood)
In the meantime, a bus passed by us
very fast. The driver of that bus was driving really fast. That bus had not
gone very far when it suddenly struck against a tree. It was a head-on
collision (ٹکرانا). We rushed to the scene of the accident.
The passengers of that bus were badly injured. They were crying with pain. Even
the driver was badly hurt. There was a lot of noise. We pulled the people out
of the bus. Some passengers had broken arms and legs. Some were seriously
injured. There was blood everywhere. The scene was so terrible that I was
crying. We took out all the passengers from the bus. They were put in passing
by buses and they were rushed to the nearby hospitals. I was still in a state of
shock. I was looking at the wreckage) (تباہ شدہ of the bus. My father comforted) (تسلی دینا me.
After some time we resumed (دوبارہ شروع کرنا) our journey.
Now our driver was more careful. This time the boys did not dare to ask him to
drive fast. Now they had come to know that it was very dangerous to drive fast.
“A moment lasts
all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.”
More than a year has passed, but I
still remember the accident in full detail. It is just possible that there might
have been some young boys on that bus too. Those boys might have been asking
the driver of their bus to drive fast and this might be the cause of the
accident.
The End