Asslam o alikum and hello to all my dear friends and #hive diary community members.
I am fine and I hope all my dear friends will be good.
Today I went to my village. It was a peaceful and beautiful experience. As I walked through the narrow roads, I saw golden wheat fields shining under the sun. The wind was cool and fresh. It felt like nature was smiling. Everything looked simple and real.
This time of the year is special. It is the harvest season. The wheat is fully grown and ready to cut. Farmers are working hard in the fields. Some are cutting the wheat with sickles, some are tying the bundles, and others are loading them on tractors or donkeys. Everyone is busy and active. Even the children are helping their parents. The whole village is working together like one big family.
I could see sweat on the farmers' faces, but I could also see smiles. Their eyes were shining with happiness. After months of waiting, hard work, and care, they are now collecting the reward. They worked in every season hot summer, cold winter, and heavy rains. And now, the land is giving them back.
I sat near a field and watched them for a long time. It made me feel proud. These people don’t have fancy machines or big companies, but they have something bigger strong hands, hopeful hearts, and unity. Their life is not easy, but it is full of meaning.
The fields were full of golden wheat. It looked like the earth was wearing a golden blanket. Each plant was like a story a story of patience, hard work, love, and trust in nature. It was not just farming, it was a way of life.
There was something very calm in the air. No noise, no rush. Only the sounds of birds, tools, and people talking kindly with each other. The wind was bringing the smell of soil and wheat. It was a soft and lovely smell. It made me feel peaceful inside.
At that moment, I thought about city life. In cities, people are always in a hurry. Everyone is busy with phones, cars, and noise. But in the village, life is simple and real. People care about each other. They live close to nature. They respect the land that gives them food. They know the value of time, effort, and togetherness.
This visit to my village was more than just a trip. It was a beautiful reminder of my roots. It reminded me that real happiness is not in big houses or expensive things. It is in fresh air, hard work, helping hands, and honest living.
I feel lucky that I got to see this part of life. I hope we all remember the farmers, the soil, and the villages that feed our country.