I Am Your Friend; The Thieve on the Bus. Forgive Me!

Pakistani poet and writer Mirza Adeeb, who died in 1999, wrote in his book "The Lamp":

“I went to Delhi in the sixties to work, and one day I got off the bus; then I searched my pockets to be surprised that someone had stolen me, and what was in my pocket only nine rupees and a letter in an envelope I had written to my mother: "My loving mother !!"

I am terminated from my job; I can't send you the usual 50 rupees this month. "

I had put this letter of mine in my pocket three days ago hoping to send it later with the available rupees, although the nine rupees stolen were worth nothing; but the one who was fired from his job; and his money was stolen was worth in his eyes 9000 rupees!!

A few days ago, I received a message from my mother, and I said to myself: She must have asked for the amount I used to send her, but when I read the letter, she had her thanks and prayers for me, saying:

«You sent me 50 rupees through your money transfer, how wonderful you are, son, you send me the amount on time and never be late, even though they fired you from your job, I pray for you success and good health»

 I have lived confused frequency for many days, trying to guess who sent this amount to my mother?!! Days later I received another message with a handwriting that is barely read, in which its owner wrote:

"I got your address from the letter envelope, and I added to your nine rupees, forty-one rupees, and I sent a money transfer to your mother according to the address in your letter and frankly, I thought about my mother and your mother, so I said to myself: there is no need for your mother to spend her days on hunger and bear your sin and mine! My greetings to you.

"I am your friend; the thieve on the bus, forgive me"!

Sometimes we may come across a thief that is far more honorable than those who raise slogans about human rights and human dignity while depriving children from basic needs.

May the green thread in my novel “Threads for Life”, remind us that the whole world is one body. We cannot inflict harm on one part without feeling the pain in the whole.