April 24, 2010
Nakhee, Bajela & a Moral Story
When I was just a little kid, i was out with my aunt somewhere in shwaikh.
On the way back I told her I wanted some Nakhee, Bajela and iranian bread for dinner.
She bought the stuff for me and while driving down the street she saw a young man in dirty clothes helping a very elderly looking man in even dirtier clothes stand up right.
She looked at me and said " eshda3wa why don't we give the poor man the food we have now and when we get closer to home ill buy you some more"
I remember shaking my head vigorously. " no i want my food"
My aunt gave me a look and said "but eshda3wa you don't want that very old man to go to sleep hungry do you? 7aram."
I reluctantly agreed. and my aunt rolled down her window and called the young man over. after inquiring about him for a bit she handed him the food, and the young man beamed and headed over to his father who waved at us and then lifted his hand up in prayer.
The whole way back between my questions every 3 minits about her buying me new food, she explained to me about how there are people less fortunate than us in this world, and about how whenever we can we should always help them.
I don't know how much my little self absorbed that day, but i saw my aunt repeating the same thing time and time again.
My grandma used to fill boxes with sandwiches and go distribute them to the poor workers in petrol stations, super markets, the chabra.
we used to do that nearly every weekend.
I was familiar with the concept of giving to the poor, but that day my aunt taught me how to give up something that was mine. Something that i wanted to have , not something i made to be given away.
I think many of us over look that.
A few days ago while i was with her in the car again, her grandchildren wrecking havoc in the back seat, we stopped for nakhee and bajila.
In the parking lot of the jam3ya she saw a man sweeping the street. She handed her 8 year old grandson some nakhee and bread and told him to go give it to the man and say thank you.
I heard her repeat the same story she told me years ago to the eager faces of the little kids.
I saw their brows furrow and their little heads nod.
And the only thing i thought was wow.
I wish their were more people like my aunt around.