The dirtiest food..

 I had to go to a house where a deceased person was crying a lot.

On inquiry, it was found out that the deceased was the crying person's mother.

I stood aside in shock and thought that such a ruthless grief would cut this young man in half at the time of his full youth.

I could not see his crying at all, his screams seemed to bring doomsday.

He was the only son of his parents.

Suddenly, a brother came forward and asked him for the menu.

I was surprised that how could he eat food in this condition, he could not even speak properly.

Later, it was found out that he was talking about the food of those who had come to the house to mourn.

What is happening, what is happening?

There is no wedding or birthday function at their house, but a boy's paradise has left him.

Rather than the fact that we are the owner of this house, Be brave and share the sorrow of this house, on the contrary, those people will be busy in satisfying our dirty and never-ending hunger.

Are we such a callous and vile nation that we do not stop eating and drinking even in the house of the deceased?

And then after the funeral, a disgusting game began, a game that would make any proud person die, but we do not know.

The same boy whose world was ruined, yes, the same boy with tearful eyes is feeding these hungry, naked, living corpses, whose minds should be mourned. Don't they feel ashamed? Why don't they die of pride?

Then my ears heard a man calling out to the same boy and saying, "Brother, bring this leg piece on the plate."

Oh my God, who are these people whose stomachs are not filled? Why are there such people in the world? Why don't they die?

Aren't you ashamed to ask for leg piece from someone whose mother has died?

Instead of putting your hand on his shoulder? You are encouraging and giving encouragement, your hand is falling on the leg piece

I remembered the saying of a wise man that

"The dirtiest food is the one we eat from the house of the deceased"

We do not feel pity or mercy even after seeing people crying while distributing food.

I have also seen people who leave the house of the deceased angry that they did not give us food, no one asked us for food

These same vile people eat and then belch dirty and even laugh in the same house of the deceased, these people have crossed all the boundaries of civilization

They have nothing to do with anyone, they only care about the leg piece

I join hands to be the encouragement of the house of the deceased for God's sake, share their grief, if you do not know how to cry, make a crying face