By Akhtar Ali Khan
I often meet a blind man near the Committee Chowk metro station. He humbly requests people to help him get to the lower station. Every time, I politely hold his hand and help him sit in the Ching Chi, and he leaves, offering prayers. His innocence and gratitude always bring peace to my heart. The man always thanks me, as if I had given him a great gift.
One day, while I was standing at the Saddar metro station, I saw the same blind man. However, this time, his hand was held by a young boy. The boy approached me and said, “Uncle, if you’re going up, could you take him too?” I held the blind man’s hand, and he suddenly said, “Hey! You’re here?” Surprised, I asked, “But you’re blind, how did you recognize me?” He smiled and said, “Sir, no matter what we experience in life, when someone does something good for us, it’s not just preserved in the heart, but the touch and scent of that person are always remembered.”
His response shocked me. A blind person, who couldn’t see the world with his eyes, was not only recognizing me but also appreciating my small act of kindness. People like us often fail to realize that what we do for others is always preserved in their hearts.
As we walk the complex paths of life, we often forget that after helping others, their prayers, their words, and their gratitude stay with us like an invisible fragrance. Yet, this blind person, who lacked the ability to see, could feel and understand everything that we fail to comprehend, even with our eyes.
This story is not just about a blind man, but about how we overlook small acts of kindness and become victims of forgetfulness. A blind man taught us that the greatest truth in life is that people of character never forget those who did them a favor, even if they cannot see with their eyes.
