Yesterday evening, around 5:38 pm,I stopped near this old brick wall.At first glance, it looked ordinary like rough bricks,faded plaster and barbed wire running along the top.A wall built to protect, to divide and maybe even to control.But right below it, something completely unique caught my attention.
Dozens of pigeons were peacefully eating scattered grains.That contrast touched me deeply.These old brick walls reminded me of the historical structures in our beloved city of Multan,also known as the City of Saints. Our land has seen centuries of rulers,traders,saints and travelers.Walls like this have witnessed empires rise and fall.
From the era of the Delhi Sultanate to the Mughals, and later the British period, bricks like these have silently observed history changing. They have seen power,wars, prayers,markets, and migrations.
Yet today,under the same kind of wall, life continues in the simplest form.The pigeons searching for food.
Someone had scattered those grains for these peaceful creatures to enjoy.
Mostly people like to feed birds here.The pigeons did not question who fed them or why.They simply trusted their share and ate peacefully. And I thought about how throughout history humans fought for land,for control,for dominance but these small creatures only fight for survival and not superiority.
Among the grey pigeons, one lighter-colored pigeon stood slightly apart. Different, yet calm.It was not trying to hide its difference.It was simply living.That made me question something like in a society where we fear standing out, why does nature accept diversity so easily?
Behind them stood an old wooden shelf covered with cloth.It looked abandoned, maybe once useful or maybe once important.
Just like historical places that were once full of life,all busy markets,royal courtyards or military posts and now standing quiet.Time reduces everything to silence.
The pride of kings,the noise of soldiers,the competition of traders,all faded. But life? Life finds new meaning with time.
The barbed wire above the wall looked harsh,almost symbolic of human-made boundaries. Throughout history, humans have built walls to divide communities, protect territories and to claim ownership.Yet birds fly above them without passports,without permission and without any conflict.
Standing there,I realized something powerful.We humans complicate life.
These pigeons are content with simple grains.There is no jealousy and no overthinking. Each one picking what is in front of it as if accepting destiny without complaint. Maybe that’s the real historical lesson.Centuries pass,rulers change, economies rise and fall but survival,gratitude, and simplicity remain constant.
After so much history, so much development, and so much education,have we truly learned peace?
If birds can live together under old walls,what stops us?Sometimes, the greatest lessons are not written in history books.Sometimes, they are found quietly under a wall that has already seen everything.