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The Disrespect of Teachers – The Downfall of a Nation

One of the greatest tragedies of our present age is that respect for teachers has been reduced to mere words in speeches and writings, while in practice, it has all but disappeared. The exalted position that was once regarded as sacred has now become the subject of ridicule. Students no longer approach their teachers with reverence to acquire knowledge; rather, they mock and belittle them. Parents, too, are quick to humiliate teachers over trivial matters, and society at large does not even consider them deserving of a dignified livelihood.

It is important to remember that it is the teacher who first introduced us to the alphabet, who taught us how to hold a pen, and who guided us in the formation of words and sentences. Yet, in today’s classrooms, the same teacher is ridiculed, his words mocked, and his authority undermined. Parents who point fingers at teachers in order to conceal the mistakes of their children should feel ashamed. The reality is that, collectively, we are trampling upon the honor of those who build our minds and shape our characters.

History bears witness that nations are destroyed when the dignity of their teachers is stripped away. As Aristotle rightly said: “Those who educate children well are more to be honored than parents, for these give only life, those the art of living well.” An army may guard the geographical borders of a country, but it is the teacher who safeguards the intellectual and moral boundaries of future generations. When teachers are dishonored, the generations to come are left vulnerable—like candles extinguished by rain, unable to provide light for themselves or others.

Sadly, we have begun to treat teachers as mere servants, forgetting that they are, in truth, the architects of nations. Allama Iqbal, the Poet of the East, beautifully emphasized the teacher’s role by saying: “The ultimate aim of education is the creation of the selfless personality, which the teacher alone can cultivate.” If this trend of humiliation and disregard continues, the generations ahead will be deprived not only of knowledge, but also of wisdom, ethics, and consciousness. What will remain is only regret and lamentation, as the nation once again finds itself bound in the chains of ignorance and subjugation.

Respect for teachers is not simply a slogan; it is a matter of survival for any society. Nelson Mandela once said: “Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.” But education cannot flourish where teachers are humiliated. If we fail to awaken even now, then our fate will be no different from those nations who burned their books, disgraced their teachers, and were ultimately cast into the dustbin of history.

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Ishfaq Ahmed often said that a man loves a woman, but a woman loves her child. I fully understood this statement one night, it was a spring night in the last year of the last century. I had been married for about two years and my eldest son was about a year old.

That night, there were three people in the room, I, my son, and his mother! Two out of three people had fever, I had 104 degrees and my son had 101 degrees. Although my condition was much worse than my son's. However, I felt as if there were only two people in the room, my son and his mother.

The feeling of being completely ignored made my thoughts go haywire, but the conclusion was that a woman is a being who, when given motherhood, does not see anything except her child. Even her husband, especially when her child is in trouble. With this conclusion, I came to another conclusion that if my son's remedy is his mother's embrace, then my remedy would be my mother's embrace.

As soon as this thought came, I got up from bed and went to my mother's room. It was 2 am, but as soon as I opened the door, she immediately sat up, as if she was waiting for me. Then what happened, just like a one-year-old child, she took me in her arms. And with such a heavy dose of attention and love, my hug therapy was done, and I was completely fine by morning.

Then I made it a rule that whenever I had any problem or illness, instead of going to a doctor, I would go straight to the Central Mamtah Hospital for attention and treatment. There, I didn't need to say anything. Just by looking at my face, the severity of the problem was estimated. A medical emergency would be declared. I would be laid on the bed of the Medical Superintendent (Mother) and covered with her blanket. Someone would be ordered to bring soup, someone to bring milk, there would be an emergency call for a family doctor. In short, with the same heavy dose of attention and love, hug therapy would be done, and I would be discharged healthy within a few hours or days, depending on the nature of the illness. This sequence continued until about three months ago.

It was a cool November evening when I was about to leave the factory for home, I felt that I was not completely healthy, so I decided to get hug therapy done and went to my mother's service instead of going home. But when I reached there, I saw a different scene. My mother's condition was very bad due to a lung problem, she had been suffering from fever and pain for several days. I forgot myself and got involved in her care, gave her various medicines, tried famous food remedies, did palm therapy. After about two hours, her condition improved, and she fell asleep. I got up and went home. Hardly half an hour had passed since I arrived home when the phone rang. When I looked, it was my younger brother's number. Many fears passed through my mind in an instant. I immediately picked up the phone and asked, "Brother, is everything okay?" Brother said, "Everything is okay, mother is asking about you, how are you now?" Oh my God... That day my mind was fully praised by my mother. A mother is a being who forgets her own pain, her own self, when she sees her child in trouble. Today I have a fever again, I desperately need hug therapy. But my Central Mamtah Hospital for attention and treatment is closed forever.

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"A woman can make her husband love her to the point of madness. An elderly woman who spent 50 years of her life peacefully with her husband was asked in an interview about the secret to her happy married life. Was it her cooking skills? Her beauty? Or was it her many children? The elderly woman replied, "A peaceful married life depends on the woman's hands, after God's will. A woman can make her home a heaven or a hell. It's not about money, many rich women have miserable lives. It's not about children, many women have many children but are still unhappy. It's not about cooking skills, many women cook all day but still face their husband's anger."

The interviewer asked, "Then what's the secret?" The elderly woman replied, "When my husband is angry, I remain silent, but with respect. I bow my head in sadness. Some women remain silent but with a hint of mockery, which should be avoided. A wise man can detect it immediately."

The interviewer asked, "Why don't you leave the room in such situations?" The elderly woman replied, "It would make him think I'm running away from him. Instead, I remain silent until he calms down, then I ask, 'Are you done?' and leave the room. He's tired of yelling and needs rest."

The interviewer asked, "What do you do next?" The elderly woman replied, "I don't practice the bad habit of not speaking to him for a week or two. It's a double-edged sword, if I don't speak to him for a week, he'll get used to it and it may turn into dangerous hatred."

The interviewer asked, "So what do you do?" The elderly woman replied, "After a few hours, I take him a glass of juice or a cup of coffee and say, 'Please drink.' He needs it. Then I talk to him normally. He asks if I'm angry, I say no. He apologizes for his harsh words and starts talking nicely."

The interviewer asked, "And you believe him?" The elderly woman replied, "Of course, I'm not naive. I trust myself. Do you want me to believe everything

"The Responsibilities and Respect Required in Marital Relationships".
It is a matter of shame for a husband
who lives with his wife
while she feels
that she has no man.

It is a matter of shame for a husband
whose wife yearns for a word of love while he is distributing sweet words among strangers.

It is a matter of shame for a husband
who treats his wife as if he has bought her or is using her,
ignoring her feelings and dignity.

It is a matter of shame for a husband
who considers harshness and sternness as masculinity.

It is a matter of shame for a husband
who considers anger and harshness as strength.

It is a matter of shame for a husband
who sleeps while his wife cries because of him, distressed and sad.

It is a matter of shame for a husband
who considers his wife as a maid or a cook,
or orders her to remain silent in front of him.

It is a matter of shame for a husband
who gets enraged over trivial matters
and prevents his wife from explaining herself because he is a man.

It is a matter of shame for a husband
who forces his wife to bear the responsibility of the family's success and happiness,
thinking he is the leader of the marital life
and responsible for its success or failure.

It is a matter of shame for a husband
who thinks his wife's rights are only food and drink, as if she is an animal.

It is a matter of shame for a husband
who remains silent while Allah has given him the ability to speak and feel,
to soothe with his emotions,
because a woman is a sensitive being.

It is a matter of shame for a husband
who laughs and treats others with kindness,
but forgets to be gentle with his own wife.

And it is a matter of utmost shame and disgrace for a husband
who cannot maintain a balance in his relationships with his mother, sister, and wife,
who, while being a pawn to his mother and sister, subjects his wife to mental, emotional, and physical abuse.

O Lord, grant parents the wisdom to better raise their children so that they may become good husbands or wives and lead a happy married life. Ameen.

Who likes slavery?
No one. Everyone wants freedom.

What is slavery?
It's the admission that I am weak. And the feeling that the one to whom I am enslaved is powerful.

Giving your power to someone else and acting on their commands is slavery.
Believing that you have no control and that you are helpless is slavery.

Think about it, how many people in your life can make you angry whenever they want? Who can ruin your mood in a minute?

You are helpless and powerless in front of them. If they have the remote control to your emotions, then just understand, you are their slave.

Because the person who makes us angry, we become their slave. Because they have more control over our behavior than we do.

How can we remain free if we hand over our power to someone else?

One of the greatest joys in the world is to take back the remote control of your life into your own hands.

Whose hands is your remote control in?

Your goal is not to defeat others, but to build yourself.

Your strength should not be spent on putting others down, but on elevating yourself.

You can never stand tall by making others fall, especially in the court of your own conscience.

Your effort should not be on overshadowing others' virtues, but on enhancing your own qualities.

The day your goal shifts from defeating others to honestly bringing out the talent within you, no one will be able to defeat you.

Success comes not from blocking others' paths, but from finding new paths for yourself.