The man who waited for God

Published: March 20, 2015
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The writer is a barrister and an advocate of the Supreme Court of Pakistan

The writer is a barrister and an advocate of the Supreme Court of Pakistan

Once upon a time, in a land where all was possible, lived a young man who had fallen on hard times. He often sat in the verandah of his ancient house and shared his sad story with anyone who cared to listen: he was the only son of his doting parents, the inheritor of a large fortune, bright and quick at his studies, and in short, a shining star! And yet all his hopes for a sparkling future had been brutally shattered.

His father had died when he was still an infant. He had turned for support to his uncle, but the uncle had preferred to focus on his own business rather than helping his nephew. He had done reasonably well at school but it seemed that money and connections mattered more than education.

To make ends meet, he had borrowed from his rich neighbours but instead of taking pity on him they were always prompt in collecting their debts.

And so his story went, relentlessly, unfailingly, daily. His audience tired occasionally but our young man never did. He was the victim of a merciless fate and he was never going to allow himself or anyone else to forget that. There was only one thing he did not understand: why had God not come to his help? Had he not been pious? Followed all the laws to the letter? And yet, his neighbours had prospered whilst he continued in abject poverty.

Being a pious young man, the hero of our story was not only married but had also sired several children. His even younger wife had realised soon after her marriage that her husband was too attached to his story to get up and do something and provide for her or the children. Without saying a word, she took over the responsibility. Each morning, as the young man sat reminiscing and sighing, his wife quietly made money by stitching clothes for the neighbours.

In a few years, the wife had saved enough money to buy a small patch of land. She planted vegetables and when these were ready she sold them in the town market. She kept a fraction of her earnings for household expenses and invested the remainder in more land, better seeds or necessary technology.

Soon enough, she had a thriving though modest business, enjoyed the respect of her neighbours and, most importantly, knew that she had secured hers and her family’s future.

Even as the wife grew in confidence, ability and stature, our young man declined into old age before his years. Sitting for long hours in the chair in the damp air made him portly, weakened his knees and left him with a racking cough.

Worse still, he grew isolated, cranky and even violent. In his loneliness, he imagined the entire world to be against him and especially resented anyone who suggested he should get up from the chair and actually do something.

When it became apparent that this crippled and angry invalid who had once been full of youth and vigour did not have long to live, his family gathered around him, because they loved him despite him having let them down again and again.

As he lay gasping for breath, he asked his wife, do you have any idea why God did not rescue me? I would die easy if I knew. In a voice heavy with sadness his wife said, God did not forsake you, you forsook him!

What could you possibly mean? The man said. Did I not believe? You may have believed, she replied, but belief alone is not enough. You preferred to play the role of the victim in the life drama you had created for yourself rather than grapple with reality.

You remained stuck in the past and an imaginary future all the time wasting the gift of the present moment. Had you accepted responsibility, looked for solutions instead of focusing on problems, and then taken positive action, you too could have felt God’s presence in your life.

Even as his last breath exited his body, this man who was once young and full of promise, remembered only too late the words of his ancient forefathers: God only helps those who help themselves.

Published in The Express Tribune, March  20th,  2015.

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Reader Comments (12)

  • ModiFied
    Mar 20, 2015 - 4:45AM

    Man in story is Pakistan I suppose ?Recommend

  • wb
    Mar 20, 2015 - 6:11AM

    Wonderful story.

    Except for two fatal mistakes:

    “His father had died when he was still an infant.”

    His father hadn’t died, he had arrogantly walked out on his entire family.

    ” bright and quick at his studies, and in short, a shining star”

    Contrary to that he was a dullard, slow witted, lazy, hated to educate himself, hated everyone including his own family and parents and grandparents, violent. He was never a shining star, although he dreamed that a massiah will come and turn him into a shining star.Recommend

  • IndianDude
    Mar 20, 2015 - 6:18AM

    @ModiFied
    Man in story is Pakistan I suppose ?

    ..Don’t comment before you have read the article..
    From the 1st para:

    “..bright and quick at his studies, and in short, a shining star! …”

    Does that sound like Pakistan?Recommend

  • Muhammad Jilani
    Mar 20, 2015 - 6:34AM

    An excellent article. Cant agree more.Recommend

  • Salim Jan
    Mar 20, 2015 - 7:43AM

    I think this story shows the ups and downs which MQM has experienced in its life.Reality is bitter but accepting it is fruitful.Recommend

  • Toticalling
    Mar 20, 2015 - 12:07PM

    All very well written, but why bring God into it. God does not help millions of people who are hungry, no homes, no means to feed. Then there is unfair treatment. Blacks were used as slaves for centuries. They had to work hard and got few pennies. And then millions of sick people who cannot get medical help. God has his own ways. Let us concentrate about improving the industrial base to give jobs to as many as possible.Recommend

  • Uzair
    Mar 20, 2015 - 4:59PM

    Nice piece of article. Recommend

  • BHAGWAT GOEL
    Mar 20, 2015 - 6:37PM

    AMBER BIBI. MAY ALLAH,GOD AND BHAGWAN BLESS YOU. YOUR STORY IS FOR ALL AND EVERYTHING. WOMEN AUTHORS IN PAKISTAN ARE REALLY GREAT WITH HUMOUR,SATIRE AND SAYING A LOT IN SIMPLE WORDS.

    KEEP IT UP.

    BHAGWAT GOEL INDIARecommend

  • azhar ali
    Mar 20, 2015 - 9:15PM

    Really excellent,encouraging and inspiring piece of writing.One should never lose heart and sit idle while thinking over past woes but create opportunities for survival in today’s merciless society. Recommend

  • Parvez
    Mar 20, 2015 - 10:52PM

    It was an absolute delight to read that.Recommend

  • Rakib
    Mar 21, 2015 - 7:48AM

    What a parable! Touching tale; a critique by one deeply compassionate & affectionate. Amber Darr, you are the best!Recommend

  • Fazal Dad
    Mar 21, 2015 - 9:51PM

    What is wrong with these Indian self-styled commentators that they spare no time in jumping up and down. Pakistan does create a lot of aches in their stomach. Get over this, you are suffering from this hate mongering symptom for last sixty eight years. Go and seek some professional help. Also note that we do not use words like “Bibi” or “Mian,” any more for women or men respectively. The name of the author is Amber Darr and courtesy/mannerism requires to address her by her first and family name. Also do not try to paternalize her by using such words, she, to my limited knowledge, is a successful lawyer.
    Ms. Darr: just a small observation. Things sometimes do take a wrong turn and one does not have control over these. Social and economic upheavals create trauma and can jeopardize the life plans. May be it was the depression that the the young man was suffering and he could not overcome on it. You are a good writer, so let us move beyond fictional episodes. Recommend

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