The Joy of Abdullah’s Friendship”

In a lively village, there was a cheerful man named Abdullah. He was known for his joyful nature and could brighten any gathering with his laughter and kindness.

He had a simple philosophy in life – friends are family, and any joy or sorrow of theirs was his own. This selfless trait had endeared him to the entire village.

One day, news spread through the village that Ramu Kaka’s son, Mukesh, was getting married. Abdullah’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the thought of celebrating this happy occasion.

He considered Mukesh a close friend, and to him, that was invitation enough. Brimming with enthusiasm, he pulled out his cherished sherwani, an old festive garment he’d worn last Eid, and got ready.

The sherwani was a little faded, but Abdullah wore it with pride, knowing that he was dressed for a celebration of friendship.

On the day of the wedding, Abdullah arrived early, before even some of Mukesh’s own relatives. He made his way straight to the groom’s side, sitting beside him with a beaming smile.

Mukesh couldn’t help but chuckle at his friend’s enthusiasm. Abdullah was behaving as though it were his own wedding, full of excitement and involvement.

As the baraat (wedding procession) prepared to start, Abdullah whipped out his bamboo flute, which he was known to play rather well.

The moment he started playing a cheerful tune, the entire procession came alive. Friends and family members began dancing joyfully, their spirits lifted by the music.

Some people jokingly handed Abdullah the wedding drum, challenging him to keep up the rhythm. Without a moment’s hesitation, he swapped his flute for the drum and enthusiastically pounded away, setting a joyful beat that everyone could dance to.

Seeing him so immersed, some villagers muttered with good-natured smiles, “Look at Abdullah! This is truly a case of ‘a stranger in the wedding, but the most excited guest’!”

But Abdullah laughed it off; he didn’t care about these remarks. His joy was in sharing his friend’s happiness, and nothing could pull him away from that.

Throughout the ceremony, Abdullah was everywhere—dancing with the guests, helping with the rituals, and even volunteering to carry trays of food and sweets for the guests.

It was as if Abdullah was the brother of the groom, and Mukesh himself couldn’t have been happier with Abdullah’s presence.

The final part of the wedding was the vidai, the farewell ceremony, a bittersweet moment where the bride was to say goodbye to her family. Abdullah stood quietly in the background, watching with misty eyes as Mukesh and his bride prepared to leave.

For a brief moment, his playful spirit faded as he absorbed the emotion of the scene. Yet his heart was filled with pride and contentment for having been part of his friend’s special day.

Just before leaving, Mukesh walked up to Abdullah, and with gratitude in his eyes, he hugged him. “Abdullah bhai, without you, this wedding would’ve felt incomplete. You may not be family by blood, but you’re family to me,” Mukesh said warmly.

Abdullah, his eyes twinkling, laughed and replied, “My friend, true friendship doesn’t need an invitation. If my friends are happy, then I’m right where I belong.”

And with those words, Abdullah waved a cheerful goodbye, his heart full and his face beaming. He had shown the entire village that while it may have been a “stranger’s wedding,” his loyalty and friendship were more valuable than any family bond.

Abdullah’s joy lay not in being celebrated but in celebrating others. And for that reason, he will always be remembered as the beloved “stranger” who brought life, laughter, and love to every wedding.

BE HAPPY….BE ACTIVE….BE FOCUSED….BE ALIVE…

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