Bismillaahi,
I saw him for the first time when we were heading to a shopping center. At that time, i didnt really notice. But when we were walking back to the parking area, my eyes caught him sitting behind a wall, next to the exit gate. He wore an old suit with a Sarung (a skirt usually used for the man to pray). He looked between trying to hold down his face and making his palm opened up. I wondered. . ."What's going on?"
But i got the view soon after. That old man, He might be feeling embarrased that He had to be a Beggar in his Old years. When He should be sitting and living his times in peace. When he should feel the warmth of his family, not the hot of the sun burn his dark skin. He had to sit and asked care from other people that he even didnt know.
I dont know why he made me remember my own dad. I am so worried that i couldnt take care of them well in the future so he would end up like him (i really pray NO) . I couldnt do anything for that old man, just I prayed that he would always be healthy and people who loved him would be always around to take care of him. To be honest, i was so sad. -( . I was like blaming his family if they were really exist. They shouldnt let him do such thing -(. And i believed he did such "job" not because he wanted it. . .just the condition forced him to do so. -( .
He made me learn about my own self. He made me has more reason to always be blessed. That i always have plenty and my glass never empty. That i have warmth that i call home. That i am so lucky to be a 'me' . That I love my Parents and would do anything to not making them end up like him.
May Allah take care of you, dear Old Man. . .
No comments:
Post a Comment