One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered around him and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. Pounding smoothly, it had no mark or flaw.
The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about the beauty of his heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared there and said, “Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.”
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. Although beating strongly, it was full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared — how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? Continue reading
A teary-eyed four year old stood in a queue just inside the school gate, watching Year 1-5 students heading back from the morning assembly into their classrooms. While marching past, the ‘senior’ boys smirked at the bunch of nursery and playgroup kids, who were waiting at the gate to be herded by their class teachers. The girl was annoyed at the smarty-pants, esp Mishall who often saluted the juniors. For some unknown reason, she thought he was making fun of her. “Is it because of my short hair which makes me look boyish, like a soldier?”, she wondered. Or did Mishall figure out she cried that morning too, which she couldn’t help because she had a school fobia! And Abbu wouldn’t let her study at home! The girl sighed and longed to grow up to be on the other side of the fence; attending assemblies, saluting at young kids, being a parent instead-doing all things grown ups do! Continue reading