The Blind Beggar: Part XII

The door to the elevator opened. Amal’s children exited and started walking but Amal was planted where she stood.  After a couple steps the kids realized their mother wasn’t behind them.  When they turned to see where she was, they instantly recognized fear in her eyes.  The two oldest boys laughed.  “Mom, don’t be afraid.  He’s not going to hurt you.”  Amal could only shake her head slowly. 


Adeline said as she reached for her mother’s hand, “Mama, don’t be afraid.  Mr. Daiwik is there.  The blind man isn’t bad, you’ll see.” 


Slowly Amal stepped forward.  Her daughter’s gentleness soothed her soul and she felt strength returning.  Still, she knew she could not reveal she knew Ali when she was a child.  Due to their young ages, the children might like the idea.  Her husband would not be pleased. 


When they reached the door, it was expected for Amal to ring the doorbell.  Her arms wouldn’t move.  She prompted Adeline to do it and she cheerfully reached up and pressed the button. 


Madhura answered the door and, upon seeing Amal and the children, greeted them with a warm smile.  Amal was mute.  The oldest son spoke up saying respectfully, “If it is possible, we would like to meet the blind man, please.”


“Oh, I am so sorry but he and Daiwik left about 30 minutes ago.  Daiwik wanted to ensure he safely reached the place he will stay tonight.”


Dejected, Adeline asked, “So he isn’t here?”


“No, my sweet little one but don’t worry, you will meet him soon enough.”


Relief washed over Amal and caused her eyes to flood with tears.  Madhura saw this and quickly sent the children to their apartment before they saw their mother crying.  Madhura led Amal by the hand to a chair and had her sit and then went to the kitchen to make some tea.  As the water heated, she returned and sat next to Amal.  They sat in silence for a few moments. Finally, Madhura asked, “What is it with Boulos that stirs you so?  Do you know him?”


Amal nodded absentmindedly.  Then, haltingly, Amal explained she knew an orphan boy.  She mentioned how she brought him food and the two became close friends.  She briefly described the fire accident that left him with the burns on his face and seemed to be the catalyst for his blindness.  She was certain this blind man was her childhood friend. 


Madhura considered this information for a moment.  Then she asked. “Did you love him?”


Amal was shocked by the question and abruptly turned to Madhura but said nothing.  Her mind raced for the best answer.  She didn’t want to give away this information but didn’t think a complete lie would suffice with the manner in which she acted.  Finally, she said, “I suppose.  As much as any child can love another.” 


“Why are you are afraid to see him?”


“What if my family finds out I once knew him?  What if he doesn’t remember me?”


“How could he ever forget a lovely flower such as you?  I will ensure you will meet Boulos in privacy.  You leave that to me.  It will be our secret.”

The Blind Beggar: Part XI

Throughout the evening meal, Amal was distracted.  Her love was mere feet from her arms.  The thought boggled her mind.  Everything within her screamed to go and see him.  She could see herself rising from the table and leaving their home without a word.  She would go to Daiwik’s apartment and knock on the door.  Once the door opened, she would say, “I’d like to see your visitor.”

Would Ali recognize her voice?  Probably not.  She go to his side and say, “Ali, it is me, Amal.”  Surely, he would remember.  He had to remember the love they shared before her father had her marry another. 

“Amal, what is the matter with you?”  Her husband interrupted her daydream. 

“What?”

“What’s the matter?  You sit there picking at your food and the children and I speak to you and your ignore us.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.  I went to Madhura earlier to get some herbs and…”  She stopped herself.  She nearly blurted out Ali was there.  They would question who Ali was.  Then she’d be forced to explain she knew him before.  She simply could not do that. 

Her husband prompted, “And?”

The wheels of her mind churned.  What should she say?  She continued, “And the blind man was there.”

“In their apartment?  Why was he there?”

“Madhura said Daiwik had him come there to bathe.”

“Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know.  I didn’t ask.  He was being kind.  He is a kind man, you know that.”

“I know he is a strange man.  Who is so nice all the time?”

Amal ignored the remark though it made her angry.  While she was silent, Adeline, the youngest child, spoke up.  “May I go see the blind man?”  Then the other two children expressed their interest in seeing him also.  Amal winched.  Ali was not an animal at the zoo.  He was a man with a tender heart who had lived a hard life.  He deserved dignity. 

Amal’s husband spoke, “Sure, why don’t you go see the blind man.  Your mother will take you.”  Amal glared at her plate for a moment.  Could she see Ali and not be moved?  How could she help but not reveal everything?

The Blind Beggar: Part X

Daiwik led Boulos by the arm down the street to his home.  As usual, he greeted acquaintances along the way.  For the briefest of moments, Boulos hesitated about going with the stranger who offered him a chance to bathe.  He had lived on the streets before and few people were trustworthy.  Who would offer their own home to a blind man who hadn’t washed in nearly three weeks? 

There was something about the spirit of Daiwik that led Boulos to trust him.  The man exuded kindness.  He also looked forward to being clean again.  If he could get clean clothes as Daiwik suggested, his day would be complete.  Daiwik interrupted Boulos’s thoughts, “We are nearly there, my friend.  My wife has the facilities ready for you.  You will have plenty of hot water and you may relax as you clean yourself.  We have towels to dry yourself and a robe to wear while we determine what clothes will fit you.”

“Your kindness is overwhelming.  I can never repay you.”

“There is no repayment needed, my friend.  For me, to do this is the right thing to do.”

“I only hope I can do something nice for you some day.”

Daiwik called to his wife when he opened the door to his apartment.  ”Madhura, I have Mr. Boulos with me.  All is ready for him?”

Stepping from the bathroom and toward her husband and Boulos, Madhura said, “Yes, all is ready.”  Then she appraised the blind man before her.  She felt the urge to extend her hand in a greeting but remembered he wouldn’t see it.  Instead, Daiwik said, “Madhura, my dear wife, this is Boulos.  Boulos, this is my sweetheart, Madhura.” 

Boulos extended his hand, “It is a pleasure to meet you.  Thank you very much for your kindness to me today.”

“It is our pleasure to serve you.”  She eyed Boulos again and said to her husband, “Yes, I believe Dilip’s clothes will fit him.”

“Yes, that is what I thought.  Come with me, my friend.  The bath is this way.”

Daiwik took the time to allow Boulos to touch and feel where everything was in the bath.  Then he said with a laugh and smile, “I trust you know what you are doing from here.”

Boulos smiled, “Yes, I can handle everything myself.”

“Very well, my friend.  You take your time and enjoy your bath.  Now I will get clothes for you.  My dear Madhura, is preparing a wonderful dinner for us and we will eat later.” 

As Boulos let water run and felt the temperature, emotions swept over him.  The kindness of this couple deeply moved him.  The years of living with his uncle were joy to his heart.  His heart broke the day his uncle died and again the day he left for the city.  Circumstances were such Boulos knew he would never have peace with his family. 

He contemplated the hardness of his heart and tough exterior when living on the streets as a child.  He felt he would need to call on that toughness again.  Little did he know how quickly it would be needed.  When he was robbed and beaten at the bus station, a great fear overcame him.  With shouts of laughter, the young men left him bleeding and afraid but he was not broken.  A deep, familiar anger rose in him.  Perhaps it was the fire that kept him going as a boy.  In spite of the troubles that accompanied him as a young man, he was determined to keep moving forward.  He wouldn’t let life beat him. 

Still, walls are regularly breached.  Daiwik climbed Boulos’s wall and poured balm on his wounded spirit.  The dryness his heart felt was soothed by these acts of kindness.  Boulos wept bitterly, mixing tears with bathwater.  He was pleased the running water drowned out his cries.  The love of his life, Amal, also got passed his wall.  He gave his heart to her.  He loved her.  He never stopped loving her.  Perhaps it was love that actually moved him forward.

There was relief in Boulos’s heart when the water was shut off.  Though he guarded against the thought, Boulos couldn’t help but think his life was about to change for the good.  What that could possibly be, he had no idea. 

In her kitchen two floors above the bathing Boulos, Amal was preparing supper while helping her children with their school work.  She remembered she was nearly out of an herb needed for the evening meal.  She decided to visit Madhura to see if her herb garden had what she needed. 

Boulos heard the front door open and then muted female voices in the next room as he dried himself and put on the robe.  He could understand little of the conversation due to the soft voices of the ladies.  He decided to wait until the visitor left before exiting the wash room.

Back in her kitchen with her herbs, Amal could barely contain herself.  Madhura stated the blind man was in the house bathing.  How could it be so her Ali was in the same building?  Even as children, Ali had never been in the building where she lived.  Now he was so close.  Her heart ached to see Ali.  Her heart burned to be in his arms.  Could it ever happen? 

Atlanta Snow

Southeastern USA is getting freezing rain and then snow.  Ah snow!  That beautiful precipitation that transforms the landscape.  The world seems new and bright. 

For those of you who don’t know, if you live in the Atlanta area, whenever a snowflake is forecast, you are required to proceed to the nearest gas station and fill up all of your vehicles.  Don’t forget to bring the gas can too.  Then you must go to the grocery store and buy everything you can to provide food for you and your loved ones for the next few months.  Think I’m kidding?  Google pictures of grocery stores during winter storms in Atlanta. 

Years ago, I worked an extra job at our local grocery in the produce section.  Let me state here I grew up in Illinois.  In spite of the many years I have lived in southern climates, I don’t mind driving in snow at all.  When I first heard about people cleaning out stores for a snowflake, I thought it was all greatly exaggerated.  I went into work that night all prepared to work some produce.  I was blown away to see how empty the place was.  There was no produce for me to stock.  It was already out but it was gone.  A lady came in and freaked out on me that we had no cabbage.  She kept going on and on.  “How can you be out of cabbage?”  Maybe she grew up in desperate times and cabbage was the food that got them through.

What gets me more than anything is the simple fact that even if we get four inches of snow, it will be gone tomorrow or the day after.  Stocking up like it is the end of the world is crazy.  You won’t starve if you get to the store too late.  Too many people in this area can afford to starve a couple days. 

I love to watch it snow.  There is nothing like watching the flakes drift through the rays of street lamps.  To me, there is something magical about watching snow fall.  There is a peacefulness about it.  It makes such a beautiful landscape.  The world seems clean and new. 

A few years ago, we got about four inches of snow.  For here, it was quite a bit.  You may have heard of Atlanta’s snowmaggedon.  People were stuck on the highways for many hours.  Crazy!  My youngest daughter and I walked around the neighborhood that night and I reminisced about my love of snow since childhood.  We walked for about an hour and we both loved it.  Thinking back to that night, I am reminded that there is a noise when it snows.  There is an almost imperceptible, high pitched sound.  I presume it is the sound snow makes when it hits something. 

Meanwhile, it has started raining and freezing rain is due to arrive soon.  If you are flying through Atlanta today, plan on cancellations around 2:00 PM with more to come.  My wish for today is that everyone can get the last box, can, frozen/fresh item from the store.  May you be able to fill up your gas tank.  God bless!

 

The Blind Beggar: Part IX

The next morning Daiwik arose early.  He had much to complete that day but was determined to visit Boulos and bring him some food.  He dreaded giving him the news that he may need to stay on the street longer than he hoped.  Still, Daiwik believed it necessary to be and open so Boulos knew what to expect.

After eating a filling breakfast prepared by his wife, Daiwik began minor repairs on the corner of the building’s second floor.  This work could be done quietly and not disturb the tenants.  He would return later in the day when this work had dried and he would paint his patchwork. 

As usual, he happily greeted people when he saw them but his mind was preoccupied with seeing Boulos.  Once he finished the patchwork, he went to his workshop, stored his tools and filler compound to their places.  After washing his hands, Daiwik went out the door to see Boulos.  He was only a few steps from the door when he remembered the food he was to bring with him.  Pivoting on his left foot, he returned to his apartment and Madhura stood smiling at the door with the food in her hand.  Daiwik smiled, kissed his spouse on the cheek and took the bag from her hand. 

While walking, he debated with himself.  Should he simply say food would be provided or specify how long it would be provided?  He didn’t want to lie but he also didn’t want to dash the poor man’s hopes.  Daiwik turned the corner and started up the street to the spot where Boulos sat the previous day.  Boulos was sitting down as Daiwik approached.  “Boulos, my friend, it is Daiwik.  How are you my friend?”

“Hello, Daiwik.  I am good.  How are you, dear sir?”

“The gods smile on us, my friend.”  Boulos heard the tone of his voice turn serious.  “I have important information.  We met last night to discuss how we can best help you.  Unfortunately, finding a home for you is harder than we expected.”

Daiwik saw the hope drain from Boulos and he continued, “No, no, no, my friend.  All is not lost.  It merely means it will not happen as quickly as we first believed.”  Sadness still filled Boulos’s face.  Daiwik continued, “The gods still smile on you my friend.  They are simply testing you.  I still have good news.”

“What is it?”

“Friends and I will provide food for you two times per day and I have brought you breakfast my loving wife prepared.”

With that, he guided the bag of food into the hands that had begun searching for it.  Boulos asked, “How long will you provide food?”

Daiwik’s enthusiasm deflated momentarily but he chose to have faith.  He replied, “For now, we promise it for one month.  Then we will trust the gods to show us what the next step is.”

A thought came to Daiwik and he asked, “How long since you last bathed my friend?”

There was a pause and Boulos thought for a moment.  Then he replied, “I believe it has been 18 days.”

“If it pleases you, I will bring you to my home where you may bathe in privacy.  Also, my children are all grown but I have some of their clothes in my home.  I believe there will be clothes to fit you.”

“It would be nice to clean up.”

“Very well then.  Let me finish work I must do and I will come back.  You will stay here until then, yes?”

“Yes, yes I will.”

The Blind Beggar: Part VIII

As Amal made the evening meal, she remembered a time when Boulos told a joke.  It was before his accident with the fire.  Her family was playing Hide and Seek when Boulos arrived.  He waited while the seeker sought out the hiders.  When Amal was caught, she trudged toward Boulos kicking rocks and pieces of broken concrete along the way. 

When she neared her friend, Boulos said, “Hey Amal, what time is it when an elephant sits on your fence?”

“I don’t know.”

“Time to get a new fence.”  He put his hand on his stomach and started giggling.  Amal balled up a fist and playfully hit Boulos in the shoulder.  She laughed as she said, “That’s stupid.” 

“Then why are you laughing?”

“I’m laughing at you, not the joke.”

Shortly thereafter, Amal’s brother found the last hider and another game would soon start. 

During the evening meal, Amal shared the joke with her family.  Her husband gave an amused smile.  The oldest two acted indifferent but the eight year old laughed heartily.  He loved animals and had a fondness for elephants.  Amal was certain he would tell the joke to friends at school the next day. 

Daiwik and members of various churches, mosques and charitable organizations met for nearly three hours.  For the bulk of the meeting, the only point agreed upon was something should be done to help Boulos.  The application of such assistance was difficult to define.  The immediate concern was housing.  The people who helped the homeless had no space in their shelters. 

Then the topic came up of what the plan should be once housing was established.  Were they to care for Boulos the rest of his life?  Could he do anything to assist in paying for his own care?  Though no one was sure of his age, the general consensus was that someone may end up caring for Boulos for 30-40 years.  This led to question of his overall health. 

It was one thing to feed and house a blind man.  If he had serious health issues, the bank accounts of everyone who pledged to help could be seriously affected.  What if there were mental health problems?  Many people who lived on the streets had them.  How would this be addressed?  It was one thing for Boulos to have a physical.  Boulos himself may want one.  Can they require him to have a psychiatric exam?  How would he react to such a demand?  Could they force him to submit to physical and psychiatric exams if he didn’t want them?

As the evening progressed, Daiwik was disheartened to feel he may have to renege on his promise Boulos would soon be off the streets.  When it was beginning to appear no clear path could be established to care for Boulos, Daiwik stated his insistence Boulos at least be able to count on regular meals.  He said, “My friends, can we not at least provide the meals for this man every day?  Is it too much for us to remove that stress from his mind?  This can be the first step until we can decide the next step.  Whether we give him homemade meals or buy something from the restaurant, surely we can do this.”

Those in attendance agreed and a plan was made to provide two meals each day for the next 30 days. 

A New Story: I Know I Love You

Julie returned to her desk.  The talk with Marsha altered her impression of the woman.  Rather than the top hen who pecked at and crapped on everyone below her, Marsha seemed human.  The vulnerability she saw in Marsha made Julie want to give her a hug.  Looking back at the moment Julie smiled inwardly.  Is that the maternal instinct her mother always talks about?  She laughed out loud at the thought of motherly feelings for a woman old enough to be her mother. 

“Whatcha laughin’ about?” Marcus asked. 

“Oh, nothing.  Just thinking silly things, I guess.”

With a slight chuckle Marcus asked, “Like what?”

There was no way Julie was going to say she had maternal feelings for Marsha.  Changing the subject, she said, “Oh, nothing.  What brings you over here?”

“Do I need a reason to come see you?”

Julie replied with a demure voice, “A girl likes to hear what makes it special for her boyfriend to visit her.”

“Ok.  I will try but if I don’t say it right, it ain’t cause my heart ain’t in it.  I was thinkin’ of how pretty you are and I had to check if my memory is as good as I thought it was.  How’s that?”

Julie’s heart overflowed into a beautiful smile.  “That’ll do.”

“I was told by my buddy Greg back in high school that what you say is just as important as how you say it when talking to girls.”

The thought of high school boys talking about girls caused Julie to cross her arms.  Slowly she asked, “Oh really?”

“Yeah, he once told me it’s ok to tell your girl, ‘Honey, when I’m with you, time stops.’”  He said the phrase with passion and Julie thought it sounded very nice. 

“Ok, true.”

With the same sweet, passionate voice he said, “But you should never say, ‘Honey, your face could stop a clock.’”  Marcus burst out laughing. 

“Oh shut up!”

“You know you love it.”  He laughed.  He turned serious and said, “And I know I love you.”  Then he blew her a kiss and returned to his cubicle. 

A contented smile appeared on Julie’s face as she turned to face her computer.  She beamed for several minutes as she replayed his face saying those words.  “And I know I love you.”  Julie had to admit, she was in love with Marcus.

Just then she received a text from Marcus. 

“I’m glad we met.”
“Me too”
“Crazy that you stole my heart in such a short time.”
“Not giving it back.”
“Darn lol”