The Beggar

by selma bichbich (Algeria)

A leap into the unknown Algeria

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It had started with a beautiful day in Bouzariah Algiers where i have learnt the lesson that i will never forget .Even though everyone was smiling , sun was shining and children were playing happily ,but my eyes were intrested on only one persone ; the one who was sitting under the tree with a smiley face, asking for a penny to buy a loaf of bread saying Good Morning to every one passing through him i did not know how should i react , can i ask him how is he doing ? Is he really okay ? Why he end up like that ? Many questions came into my mind because of that smile .how can any persone be happy while he keeps always crawling from one street to another begging people for money and food. I was imagening myself if i were in his place my whole life will all be based on sorrow and grief . How can i smile on such situation like that , i could not endure this , so i went toward him and asked all what i was wondering about. Good morning , he replied with a grin on his face , wakey wakey for an pretty lady i laughed and asked why ? Why are you pretending that you are having a good time while you are not ? He answered me why are you upset ; although you got every thing ? I was surprised of his answer asking curiously how did you know ? He told me we all have these emotions but it depends on us if we like to show them or not. Yes i'm sad and you cannot bear this feeling of having no shelter no family and no friends , but i try always to perphrase my thoughts i try to be positive and look to things from another prespective; i asked again but why ? He told me because i believe in miracles i believe that there is someone who is always stalking and tracking me when i’m sick or sleeping i asked with wonder what makes you sure about that ? he said because i feel it and for me this feeling of being safe and protected is more than happiness and it means a lot to me . I asked with an amazement but who is that someone ? He replied back with confidence he is in the sky watching me every day and i'm pretty sure that one day i will have what no buddy else had and i will finally live with my own family and friends , since this life is not the one it is all fake, am sure that there will be somthing prepared only for poor people who did not have the chance to be like you or any ordinary persone in this life. One day we will all die and non of us will take his money or glory to his grave , we will be alone there ; in a place where we all be equal in . I started crying, and with faintly voice i admitted : i wish all people think like that. I do not know why should we care about our good looking , job salary and what the others say about us , why do not we have the same thoughts … your thoughts , why ? He answered softly because the truth hurts and hard to be accepted . I will give you an advice my dear try to keep it for the rest of your life; just be who you are and if you want to do somthing that people think is weird while you really want to do it , just do it and never care about them .like smiling even when you are begging , as i did today and was strange thing to do according to you.