The blind man

He staggered, stumbled and fell, apologizing at every turn, as though he had just learnt how to walk.

Holding on dearly to his only life-line. All dependices lay on a single stick. 

Yet he continued to make his way with an apologetic smile on his face.

He had no dog for guidance, making it difficult to understand his condition.

The glares never did put him off.

Yet he continued the determination to continue forwards..

As I watched him, I came to realize how ungrateful I am. 

There was a time when I hated having to wear glasses. Giving up always seemed to be the easiest way out. There was a time when I 'wanted' to fit in, which led to caring about what other's think. I never glanced at a disabled  person twice.

But today I looked at this person with different eyes. This person who relied on nothing but a stick to guide him. One single slip and his life could be over. His determination and willpower to do what he did put me to shame. Not once did he hesistate when people showed the slightest bit of irritation. 

This is reality.

Imagine living in a colourless world. A world where everything just felt like shadowy figures moving from place to place. Where you're surrounded by noise but you can't see what, where, or how. You only place your hope in one thing. Having a small amount of courage is a must.

So I thought, we're just powerless figures. This world for us is a mirage. We're surrounded by obstacles all the time and stumble over them, but the real test of faith comes on how we overcome that struggle. Our true attatchment can only revolve around one thing only. We feel pain because of the imperfections of this world. So how long will we continue to fall without turning for help? Our faith needs to be strong, courageous and determined, so everytime we slip there is always a way up. The one who created us from nothing is worth trusting, thanking, being grateful to. The one who can take away the oxygen in which we breathe is worth turning to. The one who can increase the force of gravity so we perish under our own weight, is worth prostrating towards. Most importantly, the one who created every cell in our body just right and gave us the ability to see, walk, eat, (stuff we just take for granted) is worth seeking. 

I'm never one to think so deeply, but somewhere I knew there was a lesson and wisdom in witnessing such a thing, so there was no point in letting it pass. I'd just be fooling myself.

I'm glad the blind man bumped into me. I'm glad that he had a smile on his face, even though his face showed signs of uneasiness. I'm glad that he never gave up. Most of all, I'm glad that he taught me something I should have learnt a long time ago..

So which of the favors of your Lord would you deny? (55:16)

 

Comments

Nice reflection

"How many people find fault in what they're reading and the fault is in their own understanding" Al Mutanabbi

tommy edison, youtube. life on the perspective of a blind man.

 

and blind people dont lead colourless, bland lives. their lives is more interesting then ours. we rely so much on our eyes we dont use our other senses. they have touch, smell, hearing. they're lives is more 3D than ours.

they shld have the right to be up themselves, to walk around like they're superior than us being SO MUCH MORE AWESOME THAN US. but because we're such twats, condescening idiots who thnk we're better than anything else out tehre and who feel like we rule the world adn dominate it and whatever shit we beleive we can do but dont do and let some other dumdass idiots rule our lives and call that freedom. ok. ive lost my train of thoughts.

 

i dont know how tofocus or get rid of destructive energy. Bilan suggested praying 2 rakaats.

 

thats off topic.

that was a beautiful reflection "Me". i liked. i really liked.

Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?

Wow, i like it too! It's amazing how there are certain little occurances that happen in our lives that can change our insight to a lot of things very quickly.

I still hate wearing glasses partially because i've been made to wear them since i was in nursery and now i just don't feel like they make a difference to my sight at all. You'll hardly ever see me wearing them if i'm honest.

The only times i've ever been anywhere near to not being able to see is when i have to creep up to my room, tiptoeing and trying to open my drawers and find my pj's whilst my sister is sleeping.

Also, at my local university, during the summer season we usually have students walking the streets in pairs. One is the guide who gives directions and the other is blind folded with a stick. I've seen this for the past three years and i've never asked them why they do it. I'm guessing its a part of their course?

Can anyone here read braille?

 

An old man was sitting with his 25 years old son in the train. The train was about to leave the station and all the passengers are settling down on their seats. As the train started, the young man was filled with a lot of joy and curiosity.

He was sitting on the window side. He put one hand out and felt the passing air. He shouted, "Papa see all trees are going behind". The Old man smiled and admired his sons feelings.

Beside the young man a couple was sitting and listening to the conversion between the father and the son. They were little awkward at the attitude of the 25 years old man behaving like a small child.

Suddenly the young man again shouted, "Papa see the pond and the animals. The clouds are moving with the train".

The couple were watching the young man embarrassingly.

Now it started raining and some of the water drops touches the young man's hand. He was filled with joy and he closed his eyes. He shouted again, "Papa it's raining, the water is touching me, see papa".

The couple could not help themselves and asked the old man. Why don't you visit the Doctor and get treatment for your son.

The Old man replied, "Yes, we are on out wau back from the hospital. Today my son got his eyesight for the first time in his life".

- Taken from Daily Islamic Stories