One-Wheeling | Fun or Suicide

I was waiting for a car or a car due to a car crash on the senses road. On the back of the night, standing on the other side of the city, the uninfined highway of the batches, which used to meet the two corners of the city, was shuffling. A friend who had his own garage, calling it a location, he said, "Because the night is over, nobody can get late too." The thing remains steady and as well as my phone battery When it's over, I'm just hanging up the phone. Troubleshooting is always invading the ghost. In the fastest communication era, I was standing outside the roadside world.

Deep clouds covered the moon with a black sheet. The vehicle's bonus was open, but if any car came to pass, it would be a wasteful journey. Or say that seeing the vehicle's lunar open, the speed of the vehicle after the thief was increased further after seeing me and I kept moving. Perhaps I was myself, this night of night does not help anyone in such a furious and quiet place. Hopefully there would be some help, but the patience of the beginning started getting ridiculous.

After an hour, a car was seen after waiting and its speed was reduced to me, so I started to shout with hands loudly. The car came near and was sharp and suddenly the last hope seemed to be in a deep dense. He was a taxi car. But some of them went away and the car stopped and my life started to come back. But I do not shake from my place that perhaps the Messiah coming from my lightning jungle does not change again. Because whatever was, it was a very tricky move on the traitor, and this goodness could have been a threat to her life and wealth, and could have been so fascinating with me.

I stood in front of him, reaching me equal to the bottom of the car, while a weak man walked and asked, "What happened to me?"

And the unbelievers touched my lips and was dissolved in the lamentation of the Lord. I ran away and extended my hand to greet hands. The face was known to know something. The white eyes and bearded eyes behind the springs were still waiting for the answer. I said, "The car is stuck down and it is also difficult to reach home." The car can be taken by the garage, but the phone is not getting connected due to lack of charge. "

"Oh, call me from my phone," she sparkedly, but where did I remember the number. Call a close friend's number, call him and tell him the situation. Consequently, even if he knew Garage, he said, "Get out of the car and turn the key into the garage on the way."

Asked about the taxi Baba and asked to go, he said, "I live in the same place and you know from shape, no matter what you want."

I took the necessary goods and sat down in the taxi and the taxi was running.

"What is your name?" I asked him, "Al-Bukhari".

I was still in the carpentry, forced by curiosity, asking questions. "You did not feel scared while stranging for a strange person in such an awesome place?"

He said, "It was very scared, that's why I went to see that old eyes were probably remembered for that day." Often you saw going to a nearby store store and maybe in the second half of the week maybe my foot suddenly came to a break and it was kept thinking that God is the one who is now acceptable. "

He had a little tranquility but his face was enormous. After about five minutes the garage came and we gave the keys in the garage to the house.

"How old are you?" I asked again.

He smiled and replied, "65 I have seen the spring, Praise be to Allah."

"Are not you kids? What are you doing in this age too? "

After an accident, he said, "The young son, at the age of 25, got a motorcycle, while Wheeling a motorcycle." An unusual tear was hugged in his beard. "There are five daughters, Praise be to Allah." The wife is on the bed, the younger son's marriage was long before her age. Usually, at the time of the evening, Navee leaves the house and returns home at night. Allah is pleased with all that I am capable of making lawn and pray that whatever life I have passed through honor and faith. "

So we reached our neighborhood. When I got the car in front of my house, I pulled a wallet to get the money, but the handful of hands stirred my hand and said. "No, no, no more ... I thought I was getting more than that, and you got on the way. It will not take money. "

I was feeling very embarrassed about how to do something for the illiterate man and maybe even thinking about giving everything in the wallet. Tried again, but now the anger turned out of anger. I came down and then turned to them and took them down from the car and embraced them with the severity and grief of respect and respect. My heart turned away from my feet, I felt that eyes swallowed my tears and dropped inside my heart. Hello, the brave father of such a courageous and embarrassed person who gave himself the right to law. I was thinking who rich and poor who? You felt very small, because the richest person in the world just met.

Death is true, everyone has to come, but youngsters are requesting that they go on to set their time, but do not always let the suffering of laptops die forever.

According to the World Health Organization, 1.35 million people worldwide die in traffic accidents each year.

According to Rescue 1122, there were 25277 traffic accidents in Rawalpindi, between 2018 and 2016, in which about 20,000 accidents were of motorcycles. The major reasons for which the lack of information on low-tech drivers, traffic laws, overhead and one-waling. 20 out of every 25 crashes are of motorcycles. One of the 3 in the accident victims is 21 to 30 years old and 4 of the 200 victims are killed. 56% of accidents in the whole of India's total accidents are of motorcycles. Residents 1122 recorded only 2165037 traffic accidents in Punjab from October 2004 to April 2019. Some of these figures are of the accidents that are in the record.

If seen by Ali Bakhsh uncle, how would the state ignore such unbelievable and hard work workers to stumble for two time meals after eating too long? If such an unbelievable people do not want to do the photo sessions of Bhay's name and welfare work, why are they suffering from insult? Or have we stopped getting rid of ourselves?

Secondly, how many young people each year develop creativity on the motorcycle to impress others, creators really originate. They can not be stopped from going, but do not go to the least unusual or carelessness. Who will respect the helmets, speed control or traffic rules?

Are our institutions so weak, incomplete and unaware that no one carries out without a license?

What year old son of Ali Bakhsh gave him pain to bear his age, can he be able to bear every person by al-Bukhaar? no! The hundreds die with the same pain as well.