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Iran, Islamic Republic Of

January 3, 2008

 It was a spring day preferred to walk toward home to get rid of that terrible feeling .I was sunken in my dark thoughts I didn’t actually know which direction I was going. I was wandering in streets aimlessly. My whole life seemed dark to me. I couldn’t think clearly. I had not been able to sleep even for a wink the previous night. I had a tight feeling in my stomach . I had not been eating well for few weeks.     in a months time my life had turned to a wreck . My father was sick , his shop was robbed and all our money was gone .I was afraid my family cant afford my tuition so i had 2 leave university.        deep in my thoughts , I came across a girl on wheelchair trying to cross the street .when our eyes met , a trace of smile played across her lips and gently said : " hi , could you help me please ? " I stopped to help her, crossing street she said "isn’t it a great day? God is merciful " I replied slowly "yes" .then I bad her goodbye and left her .      I was feeling ashamed. The little girl had taught me a great lesson. I was a fool. All the world was telling me the secret of life. I was blind to see god’s mercy on me. I was worrying about money but god had given me priceless treasure. my legs to walk , my hands to touch , my eyes to see sun , trees and gods mercy . Now I noticed trees had blossomed and nature was singing a hymn but I was deaf I was just thinking about my little problems like a little creature. I walked there for an hour then went home with a fresh mind I was restored life life.    After a few weeks my father was well again. He could borrow some money and after a year hardworking could pay back our debts.          Now I thank god for his mercies everyday when I watch birds flying in sky and I pray I can watch them one more time .

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01:08 PM Oct 20 2008

ice1234

ice1234
India

 

Great...........................

awesome.....................

This story really inspired me.....

no exaggeration.............