I am a HINDU, and I see FAMILY in the MUSLIM who has inspired me.
Written by : Seerat Kapoor
The past 3 days, I have been opening my first doorbell to a complete stranger. He starts his day at 10am by greeting me with a wholehearted smile, switches on the fan in my hall all by himself and then peacefully rests over my marble flooring, amongst all the labor that you see. Hired by my mother, his occupation is of a tailor who has recently taken on the responsibility of altering my dining hall upholstery.
On the first day that he arrived, I could barely even open my eyes post a night performance that I had travelled to a city for. I instantly collapsed flat on my bed and before I knew it, I had already tucked myself back to sleep. Nearly 3 hours later, I heard a faint voice from the hall calling out to me. He said “ Ji! mai kuch khake vapas atha hoon ” I woke up with a start of course! What if he was watching me sleep? But to my surprise, the gentlemen had requested for his lunch break, not a step further away from where I last saw his feet. I was left amused while my tired voice responded “ Haanji, zaroor ” .Exactly 30 Minutes later, he was back at my doorstep ready to progress with his work for hours, until eventually he had to leave.
The next day, the uniform followed; he arrived by the clock, smiled, switched on the fan, and proceeded with his art diligently. Nearly just a few hours later, my doorbell rang and by the time that I had reached my entrance, I observed that he had already received my mother into her own vicinity. Once again, I was astounded by his humility.
How tedious is his job? To cut open a sofa, have it detached stitch by stitch from the current piece of material, then slit open a brand new fabric, now have it measured to the same ancient sofa, further tailor it accurately and once all that’s completed, return back to sewing it inch by inch, as his hand performs the only mode of wheel! And yet it isn’t over. He now has to repeat the same from scratch, for the other pending three!
By now I must have easily spent over 24 hours around his charisma and after noticing him in amazement I finally proposed for him a question irresistibly, I asked “Why would you not seek help from anybody?“ He paused; he beamed and presented his response toned so politely, he said: “Meri apni soch, koi doosra haath, mere man se kaise samjhe?“ I fell flat yet again except this time, for the budding fan in me.
For someone who has never asked me for a sip of regular water, today I find myself often striving for opportunities to serve him biscuits with tea. Nothing too whopping I know! Though I remember my mother always schooling me to believe – “It is in the petty gestures that we can thank one another for teaching us the power of selfless generosity”
All that I’m really trying to say here is that, the news casting over the past long years is psychosis, #ReligionReincarNATION Please!
Introducing Sir Asmath Ali – The Tailor, embellished in authentic simplicity 😉
