Little things with great love-1

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Little things with great love - 1

Sunflower during Sunset

It was dusk. The sky turned crimson red. I headed towards masjid to offer magrib prayer. I saw an extremely old man. He had a slouch body and stick in his hand. My eyes were fixed on him. I gazed at his twinkling eyes that concealed thousands of sagas, explanations, regrets and memories.


We finished our magrib prayer and I was sitting behind the old man. I watched his trembling hands reaching towards the dusty shelf where the holy book of Allah And other Islamic text were kept. 


I wondered how the tiny eyes with blurred vision could read a book. How could he hold such a heavy book with his soft hand?


Meanwhile, another hand reached towards the shelf and he took hold of the book. The man took a chair and sat beside the old man. He opened the marked chapter. Not only he read but explained every single line. The man threw his hands on air as he explained him the rules and regulations of ‘salah’ that was written on the book. I continuously gazed at his generosity.


I saw the old man. The smile on his face festooned like a star in the sky.Finally, the chapter ended with a beautiful pause but the chapter of kindness has just begun. 

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