الصوت المشترك

Ali aik ghareeb ghar ka bacha tha. Us ke paas na achi kitabain thin na suhulat, lekin us ke paas aik cheez thi—mehnat aur himmat. Woh roz subah jaldi uth kar parta, raat ko roshni na ho to street light ke neeche baith jata. Log us par hanste thay, magar us ne kabhi haar na maani. Dheere dheere us ne exams mein top kiya, scholarship hasil ki, aur aage barhta gaya. Saalon ki mehnat ke baad woh aik bara afsar ban gaya. Aaj woh dusron ki madad karta hai, kyun ke woh jaanta hai ke mehnat kabhi zaya .