As we grow old, we usually see things differently.
Some of us don’t, some others do. It all depends on how you picture the world
at the present time, since memories and scars only remind you of a past that
you cannot live twice.
When we were kids, we couldn’t realize how ugly and
tough life can be. When a little boy begs his father to buy him a toy and the
poor daddy neglects his son’s cute crying face, because if he bought his child
that toy, he wouldn’t be able to afford breakfast the next day.
When we were kids, everyone looks at their parents as
role models. Though they probably argued with one another when we weren’t
there, they pretended to be in conformity just to see that happy smile on our
faces.
When we were kids, there were no worries about life or
the future. We used to frolic and have fun all the time, eat whenever we were
hungry, and enjoy being embraced.
It’s much different now, after we started discovering
hatred, jealousy, and anger; when we recognize that a lot of people go to bed
with empty stomach, and a lot of them don’t even possess a bed.
Life is not always fair, or beautiful as in
fairytales. It requires being patient and keeping faith alive if we want to get
through all the troubles that anyone of us may encounter. If we fall sometimes,
we’re not dead yet. We’re supposed to stand up and give it a second chance to
obtain success.
Well, this whole deep philosophy reminded me of story
a worth mentioning about a boy who used to be my best friend.
He taught me a lot about endurance and courage, his
life has always been a tragedy; but the smile of satisfaction never vanished
from his face.
When he grew a bit old, he realized how dissimilar his
life was compared to his friends and relatives. He has a father, but he’s never
there for his family. Even his mother couldn’t fill that emotional gap as she
was working all the time to make a living and support her helpless daughters,
who lived like orphans in spite of the fact that their father is still alive.
Living in such circumstances made him mature promptly.
he tried so many times to play the role of peace messenger between his parents.
Maybe someday he’ll see them together again.
Unfortunately, his efforts faded as he figured out
there was no way to find a settlement, not even a truce, between these two
parties, especially his father who gave up on his family when they needed him
the most.
Whenever he tells me his sad story, I look into his
eyes, and I totally know he only needs somebody to talk to, somebody who would
listen while everyone around him is playing deaf or trying to shut down his
voice.
He wants no pity, no sympathy, but only a person who’s
wise enough to help him understand this strange world.
However, he became used to pain when he couldn’t
escape from it, and tried to keep himself busy with studies. It was not that
easy to focus on them, the environment he lives in represents a significant
factor of distraction. Sometimes he goes out for long meditation walks on the
shore, or travels alone to another city. he feels better just to be a few miles
away from that miserable place. Unlike most of us, I guess he probably never
said:” Home sweet home”.
It doesn’t matter if people outside don’t like you or
treat you badly, but when you feel like you don’t belong in your own family,
and your dearest ones reject you, that must be very heart breaking.
He has told me how much his mom suffered to raise
them, and always tending to have them see the world as a jungle and people as
monsters, in order to protect them, whereas they have no father to stand for
their rights.
Recently, I got a message from him telling me he
started a part time job to ameliorate his lifestyle and lend a hand to his sick
mother who left work after a compulsory surgery.
I was surprised and impressed at the same time, a
young boy who has just turned 19 is now assuming a huge responsibility. How can
he manage between taking care of the house and pursuing his college studies?
It’s really hard for anyone to be in his shoes, and
it’s really sad to see a grown man watching his family collapsing in front of
his eyes, and wouldn’t make a move to save it from hell. What kind of conscious
as a man does he possess? And how did our world become so gloomy?
We might find ourselves in arduous situations, but if
we look at all the people who live worse ones every single day, we ought to
think that it’s not that bad.
Let’s thank Allah and be grateful for every trauma
that went off without mishap, and praise him for better days.
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