" 3 Acts Of Kindness ".

Assalam o Alaikum Everyone !

I hope you are all well and enjoying life under the blessings of Allah Almighty.My Steemit fellows, I am a new family member of the Steemit community. Today, I am here to participate in a contest: Three Acts of Kindness in My Life organized by @muhammad-ahmad.

Kindness has a broad meaning. We can talk to someone in a better way, we can act politely and respectfully, and any action that causes happiness for others is called kindness. I would like to share some acts of kindness with you that gave me remarkable memories I can never forget.

My First Act of Kindness :

First, I want to tell you about the story of a little dog 🐶 who stayed at our house for three years. It was a little and cute puppy, only 10 days old. My brother-in-law's friend gave him the puppy as a gift. It was a black, quiet, and cute puppy named Jakey. Everyone in the house liked him. For a few days, Jakey was treated like a 👑 king. But later, my brother-in-law forgot about him, and the family members also lost interest in him.

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Only my son, Muhammad Maaz, who is ten years old and has some health issues, used to try to play with Jakey. Jakey's cage was on the second floor of our house. I gave Jakey food, watr, and milk daily. Later, Jakey became a friend to both me and Maaz. Although Maaz can't speak, he tried to talk with Jakey by clapping his hands. Jakey also recognized me. Whenever I went near him, he would become so happy.

One year ago, I went to my mother's home to spend the holidays with my children, Mannat and Maaz. After two weeks, when we returned home, I had forgotten about Jakey. But when I reached the last stairs of the second floor, Jakey started barking at me then surprised me by welcoming me, wagging his tail and bowing down on his knees. I had no words in that moment. Then I thought: animals are so innocent and obedient, even more than human beings.

Now Jakey is no longer with us. My brother-in-law gave him to another friend who couldn't protect him. Jakey ate some harmful and poisonous food. He died... but he will always be alive in my heart.

My Second Act of Kindness :

The second act of kindness I want to share with all of you may seem simple to read, but it had a great influence on me. Some years ago, I was teaching at a school. All the school teachers were older than me because I joined the school after getting married and already had two children. Still, I was considered a senior teacher.

After a few days, a junior teacher came to me and told me that she had problems with teaching. I helped her in many ways. She had low confidence. I guided her. I am an Urdu teacher and hold a degree in Education. I told her how to teach and how to engage the class. I said, Don't underestimate your confidence level. She tried to follow my instructions. Soon, she was able to teach the class in a better way. The principal of the school appreciated her.

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But I felt flawless happiness when she gave all the credit to me. One day, when I entered her class, she called me “Ammi” (mother). I was surprised and looked at her face. Then she said, Ma'am, you teach and guide me like a mother. I felt an unbeatable emotion. I will always remember that moment when she gave me such an honor.

My Third Act of Kindness

The third act of kindness I want to share with you is about my son. My son is an autistic child. Autism means a person has all senses but cannot express their feelings. My son is also speechless. All the family members used to say that Maaz would get better with time. He was totally dependent on me.

One time, when I had lost hope, my elder sister encouraged me with these words:
Saima, you know it's an honor for you from Allah Almighty. Allah gave you a person to protect and care for. Don’t lose hope.These words gave me strength.

I tried my best. Maaz couldn’t chew properly and couldn't eat with his own hands. I gave him food in liquid form. He couldn't express his feelings. Only I understood what he wanted and what he was trying to say. When he didn't see me, he started crying and would say “Mama.” Only two names he could say: Mama and Mannat his elder sister.

I tried my best, and it’s my wish that Maaz becomes a normal part of society. Some days ago, I felt very sorry when I first heard heartbreaking words. Maaz had gone to my mother’s house nearby. A woman saw him and cried, saying, My son is an abnormal child.

I was shocked. I ran to Maaz he was crying. I felt so bad. After that day, I never left Maaz alone. Even while working in the kitchen, Maaz stayed with me. I tried to talk with him, play with him. Now he is trying to say words. He is trying to behave with manners.

A moment came that made me proud. A few days ago, some guests came to our house. It was their second time meeting Maaz. He tried to shake hands with them. They were surprised. I felt proud when they said, It’s all because of his mother’s efforts. His mother is a brave woman. That moment gave me strength, and all my tiredness disappeared.

It is an honor for me that I am the mother of an autistic child. Sometimes I think: an autistic child is not sick. The people who call them “abnormal” are the ones who are truly sick. It is not in the hands of the parents or the child. God created them and protects them.

So, my Steemit fellows, I hope you enjoyed reading about my acts of kindness.Take care and Allah Hafiz.

Inviting my three friends to join this contest:
@hudamalik20, @ahsansharif and @abdul-rakib.