Mohammed Danniel
"As you put into practice the qualities of patience, punctuality, sincerity, and solicitude, you will have a better opinion of the world around you" -Grenville Kleiser
He held her hand tightly, leading her to the little corner at the end of the room. He pulled out the chair for her before taking a seat beside her. Occasionally, he peeped over to ensure that everything including her was fine. And when she encountered any issues, without any question, he helped her in whatever ways he could. Only when desperate, that small tiny hand of his was up in the air. The look in his big round eyes, pleading for help with his small squeaky voice was more than enough to make anyone go weak in their knees, well, at least for me. Call it biasness but I ended checking out on him more often than I should. I ended up helping him more that I should.
The school bell rang indicating the end of the lesson. Once again, he took her by his hands and led her to the front of the line. I remembered them saying their goodbyes and headed out of the room hand in hand. And I clearly remembered, a step before he put his foot out of the door; he turned back, smiled, waved and mouthed the word goodbye to me. I will never forget that moment, that smile and that look.
Mohammed Danniel, 7 years old. I never would have thought someone that age would leave a deep impression on me. He sure did. He brought me back to those days when there was nothing to worry about and when the world seems less complicated. And most importantly, he reminded me of a friend, Mohammed Norazman. Pure, sweet, innocent and sincere.. =)
-haRYANa-
He held her hand tightly, leading her to the little corner at the end of the room. He pulled out the chair for her before taking a seat beside her. Occasionally, he peeped over to ensure that everything including her was fine. And when she encountered any issues, without any question, he helped her in whatever ways he could. Only when desperate, that small tiny hand of his was up in the air. The look in his big round eyes, pleading for help with his small squeaky voice was more than enough to make anyone go weak in their knees, well, at least for me. Call it biasness but I ended checking out on him more often than I should. I ended up helping him more that I should.
The school bell rang indicating the end of the lesson. Once again, he took her by his hands and led her to the front of the line. I remembered them saying their goodbyes and headed out of the room hand in hand. And I clearly remembered, a step before he put his foot out of the door; he turned back, smiled, waved and mouthed the word goodbye to me. I will never forget that moment, that smile and that look.
Mohammed Danniel, 7 years old. I never would have thought someone that age would leave a deep impression on me. He sure did. He brought me back to those days when there was nothing to worry about and when the world seems less complicated. And most importantly, he reminded me of a friend, Mohammed Norazman. Pure, sweet, innocent and sincere.. =)
-haRYANa-
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