My Diary Game|| A Peaceful Day in Village||

Last day, I visited in small and beautiful village. In morning time soft air was blowing. I said my Fajar Namaz and then take a deep breath and feel peace. Everything was green and calm around me. For a moment I forget all my busy life. I walk slowly on a small mud road. There were fields both side full of crops. Sunlight was falling like gold on green leaves. I touch few leaves and felt cold and soft. This simple thing made me smile.
Few farmers were working there. They looked tired but happy. Their faces was full of life. One man was cutting grass for his animals. Another one was setting water pipe. I watch them and thought these people are very strong. They live simple but peaceful life. After some time I reach near a tube well. Water was falling fast and making nice sound. Some boys were bathing near it. They were laughing and throwing water on each other. Their clothes wet but faces shining with joy.
I sit near and just watch them. That moment take me back to my childhood. I remember when we used to play like that no worries, no phones only fun. The water was shining in sunlight. It was like silver coming from the sky. I wash my face with that water. It was cold, sweet and full of life. My tiredness gone in few seconds. I believe that real peace lives near nature. Not in city, not in noise but in simple life like this. There was a big old tree near tube well. I sit under it for some time. Wind was soft and leaves was dancing. I close my eyes and listen. Only sound of birds and water. That was real music, not from phone but from nature from heart.
Far away I saw some small houses. They was made of mud and bricks. Smoke was coming from one kitchen. Someone making tea or roti. A cow was eating grass near door. And one small girl was playing with a baby goat. Her smile was so pure like she never saw sadness.I can’t stop watching that lovely scene. Whe sun start going down, the whole field turn golden again. Birds was flying back to their nests. Sky was red, orange and pink. It was so beautiful, I wish I could stop that moment. That was real peace, real happiness.
Then I walk back home. My shoes full of dust but my heart full of peace. I keep thinking about those farmers and kids. They do not have big cars or big houses but they are more happy than us. They live simple, honest life. They sleep with peace, not stress. When I reach home I was still thinking of that green land. That smell of plants that sound of water. I feel thankful to Allah Almighty for showing me that view. Sometimes we do not see beauty near us. We just run for things that never give peace. But that day teach me something big.
Peace is not money not luxury, It is in small things like water, trees, smile and hard work. InshaAllah I go back again to this place that same tree and sit there again near that well. Because some places never leave your heart. They stay inside you like a soft memory that give peace every time you remember. So this was my beautiful day in village.