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I am wearing a white Kurta (a shirt without collar), made of Chinese Chicken (type of a cloth so knitted that the petals of flowers are designed all over it). There is embroidery designed around the neck opening of the Kurta going down to the chest length. The embroidery is knitted with silk threads of different colors. There are silver buttons in the neck opening chained in a fine chain made of silver. I keep two upper buttons opened; hang in the chain so with a slight movement or a jerk the chain gives a slight tinkling sound so low that only I can hear. This tinkle reminds me the (Sada-e-Jaras) sound of bells hanging in the necks of the animals of a caravan going far away.  Yes caravan of life has passed away leaving me behind. I am seeing the dim light of the lamps peeping through the huds of the caravan.  Though I, the passenger of life, may have not made ample preparation for the journey, but I am ready and anxious to meet my MASTER. I am gathering some humble words to express before Him, if allowed, that I couldn’t have any thing to please Him. I am present before Him empty hand, tears in eyes, trembling, pleading in silence, but still full of hope that He will forgive me and relieve me from all the burdens I have brought from the life.