Well, I'm not a good person. Maybe that's why I do not have any story that deserve to be shared. the story of my experience doesnt mean anything if its compared with urs. despite so, this story may will become usefull when i share it to u. this story started when I came home from college.coz of my stomach feels hungry and it kept asked me to be fill out, finally I decided to have lunch at a small shop around the campus. While waiting for the food ready to be served, my eyes looking on the street where so many vehicles passing irregularly. the shop’s door was open widely so I could look out from inside the shop very clearly. Among the vehicles passing on the street, I glancely looked at a figure sat quietly n resigned. An old woman dressed in shabby with eyes full of compassion . she was too old to be alone on this age. She was about 90 years old or it could be more. I colud see, her old body was weak and powerless. Even just to walk, she needed a stick to help. On her head, slung green veil that has faded. I do not know how many days or even how many months it was not in washed. Her body was full of wrinkles, a sign that the old body had be eaten by age. Despite my distance with the old woman was quite far, but I could see, her eyes expected a bit of attention from others. On her submission, I knew dat the old woman wanted to shout for a help. Oh god,,, could not bear these eyes saw it widot doing something concretely. I wanted to run towards the old woman, giving her a little warmth and a sense of comfort. To say her that she is not alone.Dat there are still people who care about her. But me and my body just kept silent. My lips were numb.
A few minutes later, a waitress came to delivered the food that I ordered. Making me “conscious” from "playing around" on my mind. A moment later I ate the food. But even though my mouth chewabled the food, but my eyes kept looked at the old woman. I feel my food was unable to be ingested and did not want to go down into stomach. I don’t bear to eat this food while I do not know whether the old woman had eaten or not. Oh god,,,, how bad iam if I do not do something for the old woman. I just have one plate of food, but I need more time than the usual time I needed to eat. I do not know whether I have to say Alhamdulillah or astaghfirullah when finally I could spent my food.
I decided to do something for the old woman as I could. Although it was a small and didn’t mean anything, but hopefully it was useful for her. I ordered a packet of food for him. Rice, vegetables, and several side dishes. When finished paying for everything, a minute later I had reached in front of the old woman, with no strings attached, I gave her the package. Dat Old hand received it. Without a smile. Maybe the old woman had forgot how to smile. Forgot, because she was too familiar with something named affliction. I also do not remember whether the old woman thank to me or not. But it does not matter to me coz “thank you” was not something dat I seek. I was seeking for Allah’s love and sharing something wid other people. its more important. If we ever did something for others sincerely, we would feel something which infiltrated into our hearts. And that's what I feel. Although I only gave a packet of rice, but Allah gave me alots of happiness which infiltrated into my heart. Hopefully the old woman also feel what I feel.
Hmmmm that's my story…and thank you for reading ... ...
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