The evening was calm and beautiful. I found a place to relax myself in nearby garden. I saw some Saudi families relaxing in the garden. Kids playing around, girls singing songs and guys drinking gava (traditional tea) and smoking shisha. I felt lonely, being far from my loving family I felt jealous about them. A tear rolled down my cheek.
“Uncle Why is that tear out of your eyes? You don’t look good with it on cheeks at all.” - to my surprise I found a smart young fellow around 10 years old asking me that question.
I just smiled at him. Quickly he came up with another query “Uncle, are you sad because you miss your wife. Aren’t you?”
Although he felt no embarrassment in asking me that, I felt it in hearing. I just nodded, to which confidently and instantly he smiled and held his hand out. I shook his hand and asked him, “What is your name?”“Ismail. I am Bangladeshi!” He said proudly.“In which school are you studying?”“I am not going to school. My dad says we are poor. I am selling water bottles here on day time to help my father.”
I got speechless. Apparently his family had some very hurtful financial problems. Looking at him I hated my existence. Why was I going through this entire trauma? What was holding me here? The money? The passion to Design? The feeling that I would be isolated if I didn't work? I don't know. Then, suddenly out of nowhere, images of my family came into my mind. My mom, who remembers me every time in her prayers; my wife, who misses me each and every moment in her life; my cute kid spending his childhood without his father’s care; my niece, my nephew jumping on my shoulder for their daily quota of chocolates; my friends who remember me even if I don’t, "I am not alone" I realized "I have this beautiful world to live in, with beautiful people in it, for whom I make a difference"
“Uncle, do you like Ice creams?” He broke the silence. “Yes, I do.” While replying his childish question I noticed an ice cream vendor selling ice-creams 10 step far from us. He seemed to be happy by my answer. We ordered our flavor.
I decided to stay there till sunset. We heard Azan from nearby mosque.
“Uncle, its time for prayer; would you like to pray with me?” he asked.“I am not a Muslim. I pray in my room.” I replied.“What are you? Are you a kafir?” he asked innocently. “I am not a Kafir. I am a believer. Same like you. You won’t understand.” I replied with a smile on my face.
He shook his head as if he understood what I said and said with a cute smile “Uncle, You look beautiful than before and keep wearing this smile always, I had nice time with you, hope you did too, see you” And he left without knowing that - HE MADE MY DAY.
“Uncle Why is that tear out of your eyes? You don’t look good with it on cheeks at all.” - to my surprise I found a smart young fellow around 10 years old asking me that question.
I just smiled at him. Quickly he came up with another query “Uncle, are you sad because you miss your wife. Aren’t you?”
Although he felt no embarrassment in asking me that, I felt it in hearing. I just nodded, to which confidently and instantly he smiled and held his hand out. I shook his hand and asked him, “What is your name?”“Ismail. I am Bangladeshi!” He said proudly.“In which school are you studying?”“I am not going to school. My dad says we are poor. I am selling water bottles here on day time to help my father.”
I got speechless. Apparently his family had some very hurtful financial problems. Looking at him I hated my existence. Why was I going through this entire trauma? What was holding me here? The money? The passion to Design? The feeling that I would be isolated if I didn't work? I don't know. Then, suddenly out of nowhere, images of my family came into my mind. My mom, who remembers me every time in her prayers; my wife, who misses me each and every moment in her life; my cute kid spending his childhood without his father’s care; my niece, my nephew jumping on my shoulder for their daily quota of chocolates; my friends who remember me even if I don’t, "I am not alone" I realized "I have this beautiful world to live in, with beautiful people in it, for whom I make a difference"
“Uncle, do you like Ice creams?” He broke the silence. “Yes, I do.” While replying his childish question I noticed an ice cream vendor selling ice-creams 10 step far from us. He seemed to be happy by my answer. We ordered our flavor.
I decided to stay there till sunset. We heard Azan from nearby mosque.
“Uncle, its time for prayer; would you like to pray with me?” he asked.“I am not a Muslim. I pray in my room.” I replied.“What are you? Are you a kafir?” he asked innocently. “I am not a Kafir. I am a believer. Same like you. You won’t understand.” I replied with a smile on my face.
He shook his head as if he understood what I said and said with a cute smile “Uncle, You look beautiful than before and keep wearing this smile always, I had nice time with you, hope you did too, see you” And he left without knowing that - HE MADE MY DAY.
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nice and quite heart touching
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