I am just a silly human being

There is a family I know. There are three children in that family and all three were barely adults when both their parents passed away, leaving them stranded, with no proper income. The eldest took the responsibility, got hold of his father’s business. During the funerals, I heard people saying, “Puthalawa deyyo balagani” (God will look after you all). The eldest was an innocent fellow, he couldn’t complete his education.

Yet, he helped his younger brother and sister to continue schooling. He got married young and now he is a father of two. People continued to say, “Baya wenna epa, deyyo ogollonwa balagannawa” (Don’t worry, God is looking after you). He was a fighter. He fought many battles in life as strongly as he could. He too believed that they have the blessing of God. Yet he failed for some unknown reasons. And now everyone blames him, for disorganization, poor plans and silly decisions. No one blames God, who was supposed to look after them. It seems like God is punishing him for something he didn’t do.

I am a powerless human being. I cannot question the almighty God. 

On my way home, I observe the presence of  a handsome young man from a well-to-do family. He has the perfect curls, a pleasant face and a well-built body. As girls pass by, he turns his attention to them as any other boy would do and sometimes he smiles. His smile looks painful for a reason I couldn’t understand for a long time. Later, I knew, his smiles look painful because his smile is all he’s got. He is unable to word his feelings, therefore unable to say ‘hello’, to any of those pretty girls passing by. He is unable to say how much he loves his mother and father. He is even unable to hear the sound of the wind. He does not know what the chirp of a bird sounds like. He cannot listen to a song when he is stressed. He cannot feel the beauty in it.  God gave him all, but forgot to make his tongue and ears active; consequently he cannot speak or hear. I am glad that he cannot hear people calling him deaf and mute.

I feel so powerless. I cannot question God, why he forgot.

I recently visited the Maharagama Cancer Hospital. At the ward, my friend was admitted in, there was a very young boy, not more than 17 years old. Since it was the visiting hour he was surrounded by friends. They were laughing and joking, as if they just got their class interval. The boy looked cheerful as he joined his friends. But there were moments when he was thinking to himself where his smile faded away. I could see his worry and the feeling of uncertainty. “He got blood cancer, recently diagnosed,” our friend, Witha, who was being treated for cancer, told us, I remember. Witha was our friend from the Sub Editors' Department at The Nation. It was our final visit to see Witha, we didn’t know, he passed away two weeks after that visit. We miss him dearly, yet I cannot forget the boy who was lying in the bed in front of him. He has to spend time on a hospital bed, fighting cancer, when he should be hanging out with his friends, having fun.

I am an ordinary human being. I don’t know why God couldn’t notice what I have noticed.

I see and I hear stories how big shots in our country cheat and make unlawful profits. I see and I hear how only a set of people live luxurious lives. I hear stories of poor farmers in my country committing suicide, unable to make money to feed their children. I frequently hear about mothers abandoning their new-born babies, just because they are unable to feed them. As I walk along the streets of Colombo, I see children, who don’t have proper clothes to wear, staring at children travelling in luxury cars wearing colorful clothes. I travel in the bus; I meet beggars, at least one beggar per day, who is trying to find some money to feed his children or to get his mother’s medicine. I go to churches, temples and kovils, where we believe God can hear us and I see homeless people begging for kindness from the devotees. I cannot understand why they were not allowed to have what other people can enjoy.

I am just a silly human being. Who am I to question why God has abandoned them?  

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There is a family I know. There are three children in that family and all three were barely adults when both their parents passed away, leaving them stranded, with no proper income. The eldest took the responsibility, got hold of his father’s business. During the funerals, I heard people saying, “Puthalawa deyyo balagani” (God will look after you all). The eldest was an innocent fellow, he couldn’t complete his education.
Yet, he helped his younger brother and sister to continue schooling. He got married young and now he is a father of two. People continued to say, “Baya wenna epa, deyyo ogollonwa balagannawa” (Don’t worry, God is looking after you). He was a fighter. He fought many battles in life as strongly as he could. He too believed that they have the blessing of God. Yet he failed for some unknown reasons. And now everyone blames him, for disorganization, poor plans and silly decisions. No one blames God, who was supposed to look after them. It seems like God is punishing him for something he didn’t do.
I am a powerless human being. I cannot question the almighty God.
On my way home, I observe the presence of  a handsome young man from a well-to-do family. He has the perfect curls, a pleasant face and a well-built body. As girls pass by, he turns his attention to them as any other boy would do and sometimes he smiles. His smile looks painful for a reason I couldn’t understand for a long time. Later, I knew, his smiles look painful because his smile is all he’s got. He is unable to word his feelings, therefore unable to say ‘hello’, to any of those pretty girls passing by. He is unable to say how much he loves his mother and father. He is even unable to hear the sound of the wind. He does not know what the chirp of a bird sounds like. He cannot listen to a song when he is stressed. He cannot feel the beauty in it.  God gave him all, but forgot to make his tongue and ears active; consequently he cannot speak or hear. I am glad that he cannot hear people calling him deaf and mute.
I feel so powerless. I cannot question God, why he forgot.
I recently visited the Maharagama Cancer Hospital. At the ward, my friend was admitted in, there was a very young boy, not more than 17 years old. Since it was the visiting hour he was surrounded by friends. They were laughing and joking, as if they just got their class interval. The boy looked cheerful as he joined his friends. But there were moments when he was thinking to himself where his smile faded away. I could see his worry and the feeling of uncertainty. “He got blood cancer, recently diagnosed,” our friend, Witha, who was being treated for cancer, told us, I remember. Witha was our friend from the Sub Editors' Department at The Nation. It was our final visit to see Witha, we didn’t know, he passed away two weeks after that visit. We miss him dearly, yet I cannot forget the boy who was lying in the bed in front of him. He has to spend time on a hospital bed, fighting cancer, when he should be hanging out with his friends, having fun.
I am an ordinary human being. I don’t know why God couldn’t notice what I have noticed.
I see and I hear stories how big shots in our country cheat and make unlawful profits. I see and I hear how only a set of people live luxurious lives. I hear stories of poor farmers in my country committing suicide, unable to make money to feed their children. I frequently hear about mothers abandoning their new-born babies, just because they are unable to feed them. As I walk along the streets of Colombo, I see children, who don’t have proper clothes to wear, staring at children travelling in luxury cars wearing colorful clothes. I travel in the bus; I meet beggars, at least one beggar per day, who is trying to find some money to feed his children or to get his mother’s medicine. I go to churches, temples and kovils, where we believe God can hear us and I see homeless people begging for kindness from the devotees. I cannot understand why they were not allowed to have what other people can enjoy.
I am just a silly human being. Who am I to question why God has abandoned them?  
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