The story is very sweet.
The passengers watched sympathetically as the young woman with the white stick mada her way carefully up the steps of the bus.She paid the driver and used her hands to feel for a seat.Then, she sat down with the stick resting against her leg.
It had been a year since Misha,thirty-four became blind.Because of a medical problem.She was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness.Misha , who was one independent woman,felt condemned to be aburden to everyone around her.All she had to cling was to her husband,Malik, an army officer who loved her dearly.
When Misha first lose her sight,she sank into despair,but Malik was determined to help her become independent again.After a few months,she was finally to return to her job.She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself.So,how would she get there ? Malik volunteered to drive her to work each day , even though they worked at the opposite ends of the city.
At first, this comforted Misha and fulfilled Malik's need to protect her wife,who had lost her confidence in doing even a simplest task.Soon, however, this transport arrangement was becoming too tiring for him.He realized that she would have to start taking the bus again,but just the though of mentioning this to her upset him.She was still too fragile,so angry , How would she react ?
Just as Malik had expected,Misha was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again.Her heart was full with anger. "How can you do this to me ? I am blind ! she reponded bitterly". " How am i supposed to know where i am going? I feel as if you are abandoning me. Don't you love me anymore ?"
Malik's heart broke when he heard those word,but he knew what he had to do.He promised her that, each morning and evening,he would ride the bus with her,far as long as it took for her to get used to it. And that was exactly what happened.For two whole weeks,Malik,in full military uniform,accompanied Misha to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her senses.
Malik help her to make friends with the bus drivers,who would watch out for her.They even saved her a seat.Malik made her laugh.even on those bad days she tripped as she left the bus or dropped her briefcase. Each morning, they made a journey together and Malik would take a taxi back to his office.
Indeed,she soon became confident enough to start traveling on her own.One day,as she was about to get off the bus,the driver said,Madam,I really envy you.It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are
Misha had no idea what the driver was talking about, she asked, "What do you mean? "
The driver answered, " you know,every morning, a gentlement in a military uniforms stands on the other side of the road watching you as you leave the bus.He makes sure you across the road safely and he watched you until you enter your office building.Then,he blow you a kiss and walks away.You are fortunate woman".
Tears of happiness flowed down her cheeks.Although she could not see her husband she had always felt his presense.Misha was lucky, so lucky for he had given her a gift mire powerful than sight, a gift she did not need to see to believe,a gift of love that can bring her light where there has been darkness.
syazlina massuri
The passengers watched sympathetically as the young woman with the white stick mada her way carefully up the steps of the bus.She paid the driver and used her hands to feel for a seat.Then, she sat down with the stick resting against her leg.
It had been a year since Misha,thirty-four became blind.Because of a medical problem.She was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness.Misha , who was one independent woman,felt condemned to be aburden to everyone around her.All she had to cling was to her husband,Malik, an army officer who loved her dearly.
When Misha first lose her sight,she sank into despair,but Malik was determined to help her become independent again.After a few months,she was finally to return to her job.She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself.So,how would she get there ? Malik volunteered to drive her to work each day , even though they worked at the opposite ends of the city.
At first, this comforted Misha and fulfilled Malik's need to protect her wife,who had lost her confidence in doing even a simplest task.Soon, however, this transport arrangement was becoming too tiring for him.He realized that she would have to start taking the bus again,but just the though of mentioning this to her upset him.She was still too fragile,so angry , How would she react ?
Just as Malik had expected,Misha was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again.Her heart was full with anger. "How can you do this to me ? I am blind ! she reponded bitterly". " How am i supposed to know where i am going? I feel as if you are abandoning me. Don't you love me anymore ?"
Malik's heart broke when he heard those word,but he knew what he had to do.He promised her that, each morning and evening,he would ride the bus with her,far as long as it took for her to get used to it. And that was exactly what happened.For two whole weeks,Malik,in full military uniform,accompanied Misha to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her senses.
Malik help her to make friends with the bus drivers,who would watch out for her.They even saved her a seat.Malik made her laugh.even on those bad days she tripped as she left the bus or dropped her briefcase. Each morning, they made a journey together and Malik would take a taxi back to his office.
Indeed,she soon became confident enough to start traveling on her own.One day,as she was about to get off the bus,the driver said,Madam,I really envy you.It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are
Misha had no idea what the driver was talking about, she asked, "What do you mean? "
The driver answered, " you know,every morning, a gentlement in a military uniforms stands on the other side of the road watching you as you leave the bus.He makes sure you across the road safely and he watched you until you enter your office building.Then,he blow you a kiss and walks away.You are fortunate woman".
Tears of happiness flowed down her cheeks.Although she could not see her husband she had always felt his presense.Misha was lucky, so lucky for he had given her a gift mire powerful than sight, a gift she did not need to see to believe,a gift of love that can bring her light where there has been darkness.
syazlina massuri
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