A beautiful beach, wind blowing, cool sea breeze. A man stood near the shore taking in the beautiful scene. Gazing out in the ocean, he sighed and started to walk along the shore. The clear blue sky above him was mesmerizing. Nothing seemed to be more beautiful or soothing than this moment right here. Suddenly, he saw something on the beach. The waves kept crashing against the tiny thing. When the man came close enough, he saw it was a little boy, about 3-4 years old. Laying face first on the sand, the boy wore a red shirt and blue shorts. The man rushed to the child's side, flipping him over, he checked him for a pulse or any sign of life. But it was too late, the boy had been dead for a while. There was no telling how long he had been there. The man was devastated at this sight. He prayed for the little boy as he caressed his hair. What more could he do for him? He tried calling the local ambulance and then sat there. He kept staring at the more empty vessel before him. Who could...
Developing a sense of Pakistanism