mrislam

I was blinded by the intense noon heat after walking out if the cool mosque. After my eyes adjusted, I saw a young man now younger or older than me.

He squatted on the ground, holding a knife and a basket of mangoes while squinting his eyes so he can survive.

I have him a bereaved smile and walked home. But it was my heart that was bereaved. My first feeling was sadness at how he was having to work so hard while I chill all day. I could be him, he could be me.

I kept feeling sorry for him... But only later I realized that I should only be sorry for myself.

I have been blessed with more things than him in this world, but if I keep going the way I am — I will have nothing in the next world while he has everything.

I am miles behind. The blessings I have are trials, while the trials he has are blessings.