Rehman’s walk back was more brisk than ever, he just couldn’t wait to reach home, the sun was almost down and it would be dark in a few minutes this winter evening.
Today he did not waste a moment in gossips at the prayer hall, usually he would return home not before another few hours were spent with the village folks discussing politics or religion. But then today the excitement seemed like the same day he had first ridden a bicycle.
Ah, there it was, shining bright and calm; the light of the lamp was like a full moon in glow, in fact much more than that. The sight itself brought so much of soothing to his soul. It surely was a mighty light.
Bilal his 10 year old son, squatting next to it, engrossed deep scribbling on his book.
Adharshila had done a second wonder in his life.
First was to provide education to Bilal, who had proven his mettle by performing well in all his academics, just than he was growing up and what was taught at school had to be rehearsed at home. But for Rehman who could not afford a night lamp, there were no street lights at Kohra, and Rehman’s name did not appear on any government scheme to receive his ration of kerosene, which was scarce anyway.
Bilal had been suffering, and this had kept Rehman bothering for a very long time.
This was the second wonder. Today, the Adharshila people had provided Bilal with this mighty light, and he could already see, the kids of the neighborhood were making a beeline to his house. Things will surely not be the same again.
Posted by Nupur Hasija
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