VOICES FROM BEYOND A BORDER (Because there is no the border).... At the end, she turned towards him, and spoke softly. Everyone gets scarred in life. And no one really is to blame. We are tempted always to blame it all on others, on someone or the other, We keep wondering Why me? But why NOT you? Fortune is no ones first cousin. The best way to move forward is to understand and forgive everyone, beginning with ourselves. There was a long pause. The alternative is to live with pain, bitterness for ever. If you dont acknowledge that everyone has suffered , pain will never go. And everyone deserves sympathy and understanding and compassion - even those whom you may never meet again in life. Not an easy job, I know. But this world has known some who always made it happen. There may have been someone in your life too. Let that be your inspiration. He smiled as he looked at his mother speaking with such innocence about who could it be in his life. But she went on. To look beyond pain, look beyond vanity. Vanity is pain. Often pain is vanity too. Look closely. A pause. When pain is vanity, pain is permanent. Mother is always simple. Mother is never complicated. Is it because mother never lies? he was wondering. She seemed to know what her son was thinking. And she smiled back at him - a quiet smile which often adorned silence between them. And she said: Dont make your pain a proof of your innocence. It is not. Look beyond pain for innocence. Because you can also be innocent and happy.Not all good people suffer, not all bad people are happy. Never tell yourself , I am suffering, therefore I am innocent.That is a myth He moved closer and placed his head gently in her lap, softly rubbing his cheeks against his mothers scarf spread across her lap.. Without looking at her son, she started stroking his cheek softly. Its always up to us to make what we want for our remaining days. You are born into a new life every day. Its up to you to make of the day what you want - a first step on the ladder to happiness or an everlasting link to the chain of pain of the preceding days. He was nt listening. He was just trying to understand her voice and sip love from its pores. She knew it. And she spoke on. Life will not interfere with life because if you look closely, there is no such thing as life. Its all your thoughts, beliefs, feelings and actions.They interfere with each other, and you think its life interfering. Was he already beginning to fall in a peaceful sleep.? All this while, he hadnt spoken a word, except once when he whispered, Mother. She was speaking slowly, with pauses. Its up to us to live in a world of blames, vanity and deceptive pain, or make our lives a tale of innocence. She looked at her son. He was already asleep. But she knew he would be listening even in sleep. There was this unusual bond between the mother and son which defied all laws of nature. One day it would defy death too, because death too is just another law of nature. His mother had been an asthmatic and spoke with effort. We suffer because we are always in search of blame for everything. We carry the burden of events in our hands,refusing to let go. We search for the nearest peg to hang this burden on. We must hang everything on something to drop the burden. We must blame. We feel that is the only way to relieve ourselves of the burden of events. We must blame. We dont even ask why we must we carry this burden at all? He fidgeted a little, and then looked into her eyes and smiled a sad smile He knew what she meant, but he knew she always forgave him. She forgave everyone. Always. She didnt even know it. She was free from the world of blame, and therefore from the need for forgiving. Forgiveness came as natural breeze -without effort. Yes? Yes, There is pain in blame because events are not slaves to blame. Things dont need a blame to happen. Things just happen.Blame is a subsequent invention of our minds. Our minds are clever sling machines.They throw the blame away at the nearest target. Finger itches to open outward because it doesnt want to prick the body it belongs to..... This brought a smile to him again. He thought, Where did she learn all this? And he thought, How beautiful mother always is !.How beautiful always her voice, her words! It was a voice without blame. Her words never carried the unnecessary load of blame, he thought. Live beyond the world of blames. Forgive even yourself. Try to understand. No understanding is possible with blame. No understanding is possible without love...... He was breathing soft,nearly snoring.She knew he was already asleep. But she knew he was listening- breathing her words and her voice direct into his bloodstream. Everyone deserves sympathy, compassion. Even you. He coughed mildly , still in sleep, and snuggled his nose deeper into her lap. I am around as long as you love me. i will never be gone because you will never be gone. When he woke up, he found himself alone. He couldnt make up his mind if mother had been there or was it all just a dream. (Addressed to my kind and dear friend from Pakistan, Saba Tariq ) (And to a friend here: Chitleen K Sethi)
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 08:05:41 +0000
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