I was 5 years old and immature.
Every month my parents donated food items and clothes in an orphanage and sometimes they used to meet those kids too.
So once I had gone with them because I wanted to see what an orphanage looked like, were the kids living there similar to how I look or they looked any different? Well they looked different. A lot different than what I used to look like as a kid back then. They did not have best of the things with them to cherish life for but the smile on their face was factual. I have seen myself smiling in the mirror a number of times but their smile seemed different.
And then there was this guy Ahmed, a sixteen year old handicapped boy. And to be very honest I got scared seeing him, yes I was a kid.
He smiled at me and started coming towards me and I got agitated and started sprinting away from him, he stopped and sat on a chair that was placed at the extreme corner of the room, all sad and upset by the way I ran away from him.
Seeing this one of the care takers came to talk to me about this whole thing. The guy told me about Ahmed, his story. Though as a kid all I understood was that he had lost his family in a fire his house had caught. Also, because of that incident he had lost his right leg. It wasn’t supposed to touch a 5 year old like the way it touched me.
I walked straight to that boy and said, “Hello! I’m sorry.” And offered him a packet of candies.
Ahmed smiled at me and said Hello. I could see tears forming in his eyes. It felt as if I reminded him of someone he had lost back then.
He started addressing to me as his elder sister, that at first really freaked me out since I knew I was very much younger to him but then I asked him why was he doing that.
Ahmed said something which I did not understand back then but as time passed by it really meant a lot more than what I thought it would.
Ahmed said, “I was very young when I lost the people who could have given me everything I could have ever wanted. I was abandoned by my relatives. I am over whelmed when people come and spend time with us, provide us with the basic things we wish for. And for me you are my elder sister, not the one I lost 4 years ago but the one I just made.”
Not understanding anything I just smiled at him and kept sitting beside him, I could sense the miserable condition he was in.
I came back home and got normal. A few days later that orphanage got shifted to some place we were unaware of, I was reminded of ahmed for a few days and then I got busy with my schooling and sports.
As soon as I turned 14 I got into depression, and my world seemed to fall apart. yes, I was again reminded of ahmed and I did remember each and every line he had spoken and suddenly it all made sense and filled me with despondency at the same time fortitude.
His words actually changed my insight about a few things in life, I did learn to find happiness in the smallest things, I did learn to respect the efforts others made for me, I did learn to respect human emotions. It taught me that the smallest of the good deeds we do for someone means alot to them. It did not take my depression away but taught me to deal with it.
I guess he is that experience everyone needs in life.
I have no idea what does his life looks like now but I’m sure it’s not very ordinary 🙂
-some people do make a difference.