The raindrops weren’t just pouring. They were jumping and running and swooshing and straddling around. Rain came out of no where; like a brief rustle of wind in between the trees of a forest.
My family and I were on our way to the mosque when I realized that I had worn the wrong kind of clothes on the wrong kind of day. A chiffon layered blouse and skirt? It was bound to be a disaster.
But as my mother approached the drop off center, I saw a man with his umbrella. A very casual moment you’d think. But it was the kindness that intrigued me. A police officer was holding an umbrella, escorting men and women to the doors of the mosque. He smiled and spoke with chivalry. This man reminded me of what kindness and open-mindedness really looks like. He was reminiscent of the past—-of ideals that seemed long gone. His smile said to me that no matter the differences we have in religion; no matter the hardships we are faced with, kindness is always the answer.
I don’t know who you are Mr. Police officer, or what your name is, but I’d like to thank you for being a reminder; a kind Samaritan, even if it only lasted a moment.
death becomes routine
Who wore it better?
To fall asleep
the goodbye blues
The Kindness of Strangers.
Maggots & things