Ali

My friend Ali works in the area in which I live. I see him once a week, at least. In short, he is a man of joy. Every time you see him and talk to him, he calls you to cast off your worries and follow him in his joy. I know his secret. His secret is simple. His secret is that he lives in constant gratitude to God. I was shocked when he told me how much he earns every month from his work. “How can you, your wife and your children live, given this obscene high cost of living?”. There are people who do not trouble you by mentioning pains you are already aware of. He answered me: “I help my parents as well. May God’s bounty be great for me”. Contentment is heroic. I am not focusing on injustice that has become part and parcel of our culture in our country! Can a country that neglects its poor endure? Once, Ali told me about something that added to my joy in him. He said: “There are two things I cannot forgo: my children’s education and the food that my wife prepares”. He said it with a smile that had me smiling for a long time. Ali is one of our country’s striving faces. Every time I see him or think of him, he tells me that the world is fine.