My Neighbors

My Neighbors
We can choose our friends but not our neighbors. So we have to live with our
Neighbors whether we like them or not. There is an old wise saying. Love your
Neighbors as you love yourself. But it is not always easy to act upon this advice.
Become there a good neighbors and bad neighbors are a blessing. I have in new
Town. It is a new colony at a distance of one kilometer from the city. All the
Residents have settled here quite recently. Most of them are educated people
Who have shifted here from the over-crowded parts of the old city. All the
Residents have settled here quite recently. Most of them are educated people
Who have shifted here from the over-crowded parts of the old city. Just in front
Of our house lives Mr. Ahmad a retried government servant He was a head clerk
In the education department. His only interests in life seem to be saying prayers
And preaching to his neighbors the virtues of honesty and simplicity. Some people
Who claim to know him, say that his fondness for honesty developed only after
His retirement his children are rather noisy and mischievous. Every time someone, s
Chicken fails to return home. Mr. Ahmad, s children seem to have a hand in it. But
Nobody dares complain to the father become of the fear of hearing his sermon
On honesty. On out right, there is the house of Dr. Akbar. A portion of the house
Also serves as his clinic. He is a good doctor and a good man. He has never refused
To help a sick man who cannot pay this fee. Moreover in the evening. He examines
Poor patients only and gives them free medicines. A journalist lives on the left side
Of our house. He is an educated person and a good journalist. He is the district
Correspondent of a national newspaper and a new agency. He is energetic and
Warm-hearted and takes much interest in the affairs of the colony. He is very
Popular among his neighbors. He is always ready to help those who need his
Help. The plot behind our house is still