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We can chose our friends but not our neighbors. So we have to live with our neighbors whether we like or not. There is an old wise saying “Love your neighbor as you love yourself’’. But it is not always easy to act upon this advice, because there are good neighbors and bad neighbors. No, good neighbors are a blessing.


I live in Pakistan oldest city Multan. My colony name is garden town. It is new colony at a distance of ten kilometer from the city. All the residents have sifted here quite recently. Most of them are educated people who have shifted here from the overcrowded parts of the old city. Just in front our house lives Mr. Faheem, a retired 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. Faheem’s children seem to have a hand in it. But nobody dares complain to the father because of the fear of hearing his sermon on honesty.


On our right, there is the house of Dr. Nasir. 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 his fee. Moreover, in the evening, he examine poor patients only and gives them free medicine. He has two sons who are well-behaved and polite. The plot behind and left side of our house is still waiting for someone to come and build a houses there.


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