The night was very cold and windy. Azhar and I were sitting at the mosque and he suddenly spoke to a laborer who came that way. That was an old man with an uniform going to clean the garbage bins along the roads. His duty starts at late night and goes till the morning. He didn’t look very fit to work. He was supposed to be at home pampering his grand children and having great days his life, if his life was fair. But unfortunately, it was not.
Azhar spoke to him in Hindi and asked “Keise ho Bhai Sahab?” The man was very happy to hear that and he came to us, wished us and said that he was on the way to work. I saw his innocent eyes were brightened with happiness of two strangers asking him how he is doing. Nobody notices him cleaning the bins at night which allow us to fill them back in the morning with our garbage. Nobody notices him working at night in his old age but only the clean roads in the morning. Nobody wants to ask how he is doing as he is just another garbage man. He gave his hand to us, waved it softly and wished us the blessing of Allah. I’m sure neither Azhar knew him nor the old man knew Azhar. But, once small question made a normal garbage man feeling so special at that night. I saw it in his eyes.
“We have to go to the level of the people who are lower than us, to see what we have in our lives”
were Azhar’s words to me. We will realize how lucky we are to have what we have right now when you look at the needy people. We will stop complaining and be glad to our lives instead.
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loved it.. keep writing more.. b
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