once upon a time there was a man who was given many blessings. he had a great job and one great family. one day his family decided to attend a wedding ceremony at a near by village. he was greatly busy and he asked his older son to take them there. so they set out one morning and he didnt know that it would be the last time he saw his family. he gave them his farewell. he worked for the rest of the day.He waited for them the next day BUT THEY NEVER CAME. aPHONE CALL shook his being ino shattered pieaces. he heard a distant voice telling him that all his family died in a fatal car accident. he droped the speaker and cried and cried silently in his living room. after that he went and picked himself up and he burried eleven members of his beloved family with his own bare hands. he went back home he saw hassans bicycle but know hassan was no longer here to play on it, he went to sleep in a disorianted bed because his wife wasnt there to tidy it as she did everyday. he saw his eldest daughter's room with her bags full of new clothes. clothes she has not yet tried on. she was gone now and she cant start a new life with her husband. people came and left and they were so confused . whats wrong with this man. doesnt he miss his family. he should. he does but HE HAD PATIENCE AND PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE.