I HATE EDUCATED ONES

“ I HATE EDUCATED ONES”
The innocent child was sitting in one corner of the Mosque . Praying with full attention and begging from the Lord. He was begging by sheding the tears to his hands.  This dedication of the prayers is never seen in this childhood unless some body is blessed by Lord.  This way of praying and begging comes to the persons in old age , only if someone is rewarded by ALMIGHTY.

The dress was pudding, but very clean , his cheeks were wet with flowing tears from his red eyes , that was the sign of continuous weeping for a long.

Everybody in the Mosque was looking at him , and he was completely unaware that others are observing him.

I went to him to ask.
"What did you was praying? What was asking to ALLAH ?"
I asked
"My father has died, was begging heaven for him , my mother keeps crying after death of my father ,was begging  patience for her, my sister always insists for toys and toffees , was begging money to buy that "
"Do you go School ? " My question was a to know about himself.
"Yes , I do " He replied
"In which class you are?" I inquired further.
"Uncle ! I am not going school to read, I am going to sell toffees , pencils , sharpeners to the school children to raise some money for my sister “

I felt a sensation of chilling my body to listen that.
"You don’t have any relative around ?"
I do not even want to ask , but I asked this question.
"I don’t  know ,Mother says that there is no relative of the poor - Mom does not tell a  lie.

“Uncle! but I think my mother sometimes tells us lie , when we eat food, I keep watching her ,  when I say Mom Eat, then she  says ,  I have already eaten " His tears were playing in his eyes again.
"Son, if you get a all expenses of livelihood , will you like to go school ?" I asked.
"Not at all" he replied with a bitter tone.
" Why" I insisted to know the reason.
"I hate the educated people , I hate them . They are bad people. They are always proud. They never like to talk the poor ones. I am coming this Mosque daily in all prayers. My father was also regular in every prayer here. No body have asked me , that Why am I coming alone?”
Baby started crying
"Uncle ! Those who know that my father has died , they all are stranger to me. This is why , I don’t like to be educated"
I was ashamed to hear his feelings and the behave of such educated ones , who have no feelings for the deserving human beings.
AZAD HASHMI