Sitting on the one seated couch at the mall, i watched as people come and go. Some would be distracted with their phones while their loved ones were busy shopping in the selected store of their liking.
This lady beside me was simply playing with her son. Having a good gripped on his hand so he won’t go that far but far enough to be satisfied with what his mother was letting him.
Staring at kids playing are something to admire. How they created anything within their touch and turned them into something to play with. How they made noises while playing, made me wonder how their mind could worked wonders just by hearing or observing the things they saw or heard.
Someone was walking our way. I continued to stare at that boy knowing that the figure was someone i didn’t know.
Suddenly, that lady was hugged by the figure that was coming our way earlier. Looking at the shocked and confused expression on that lady’s face had me wonder, ‘who is that figure hugging this boy’s mother, seems like she didn’t know who was hugging her’
The mother accidentally released her firm hold on her son’s hand and did not realised it. The boy somehow was engaged deeply to the plastic bag he was playing acted nonchalantly with the situation that was playing in front of him.
I kept my eyes on the boy, willing to catch him if he decided to run instead. Then i heard their conversation. Of how the lady was someone that had contributed a big difference to the second lady’s life(something good, of course). Of how the things she had said or wrote, something like that. Well, i tried to not appear as ears dropping so i don’t really know.
But i just wonder, what was the lady feeling knowing that she had changed someone’s life and didn’t even know about it ( change to something better ). Just doing something she liked, you know like writing or blogging or vlogging and that had touched somebody out there that she might even had saved someone’s life, or perhaps relationship maybe. Relationship with Allah, or human or animals. Masya Allah,
That is something wonderful.
Love,
Peccatori
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