What if everyone turns to you in the utmost hour of need and helplessness? What if you are their last resort? What if you have no power to control things.
I was there with the poor man, when the rich man ignored him. I went away with the rich man
till the poor man could see him. Then I changed my path. I walked for a while and then I saw
an old man sitting alone on a bench in a park. I went towards him and sat near him. He was
looking in a direction and smiling and waving. There was a little boy with his mum and dad.
He was also waving back towards the old man. Perhaps it was his grandson. After a while
the family went away, and I followed them till the old man could see them. And then I
changed my path. I paid a visit to the old lady whose only son is in the military. She says that
I remind her of her son, and also that one day he will return.
Then I was at the hospital with a man whose pregnant wife was in labor. He cried on my
shoulders, and I wiped his tears.
I have also been on a trip to the sea. But the weather was very bad, and everyone in the
ship just looked towards me as if I could save them. The ship perished in the deep ocean
with the sunset. And I was floating on the surface of the ocean.
Once I was on a flight and the passenger next to me was always looking towards me and I
asked her why she is doing so and she said it’s her first time on a plane and she is very
frightened and that looking towards me gives her relief. So I let her look in whatever direction
she wished. It’s strange that the relieving look didn’t save her as the plane crashed after a
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Then some other day I was walking by the side of the road and I saw a boy getting hit by a
truck. He was lying there in a pool of his own blood. Suddenly an ambulance arrived and
took him to the hospital. His mother was also with him in the ambulance. I also went with
them. I was sitting next to the mother as she was crying profusely. But my presence there
gave her a little bit of relief. The boy was immediately taken to the emergency room, and his
mother was sitting outside, her eyes closed and tears flowing in a streak. I sat near her and
told her everything will be okay. But after a while the doctors came out with the dead body of
her son and they said “sorry we can’t save him”. As the doctors went away I followed them
looking back again and again towards the mother and I saw that she was smiling and talking
to her son as if he was alive. And then I left the hospital and went to the nearby park and sat
on a bench. I was numb and stoic. And then I thought to myself, why do people say that I
keep the world alive. While most of the time I only bring misery along with me. They call me
And even if I don’t like it, I have to go on another trip. GOOD BYE!
***End***by Zeshan Ali