“The Crying God”
The Crying God Suddenly, I noticed a kid bit far from me, standing still. I walked toward and saw the kid was crying. The kid was alone and no one else was there, I looked around. I noticed the kid was wearing very old and dirty clothes, which were also ripped, hair was messy full of dust and dried tears had mixed with the dust on the cheeks. The kid hadn’t taken a shower in many days or maybe even weeks, I assumed. And how could the kid have taken a shower by own? As the kid was probably just 4 or 5 years old. Maybe no one was taking care of the kid or maybe there was no one left in kid’s life to care. I went close, gently comforted the child and asked, “Why are you crying?” The child looked at me and said something I couldn’t understand, it was Arabic. Then I tried to ask with hand gestures and by nodding my head. The child kept crying, saying something that I still couldn’t understand. I was getting desperate to do something to calm the kid. And I thought about offering the food I had packed that morning before heading out to visit that “Warzone in Gaza”. I wiped the child’s tears, took out the food box and extended it toward the child. The moment child saw the food packed in the transparent plastic box, not only did the crying stop but a smile appeared too. That smile on the kid’s lips and the tears in my eyes came together. But I held myself back and gently handed over the box. The kid grabbed the food with both tiny hands and started running, running with joy and excitement without saying a word to me. And I didn’t want to hear “thank you” either. All I wanted was to stop those tears and I had done that. That was everything to me. But something made me curious, the kid didn’t open the box and didn’t eat the food but ran away. So many questions popped into my head: Why and where did the kid run away?Why did the kid stop crying and start smiling just by seeing the food but did not eat it?Where did the sudden joy come from?Wasn’t the kid really hungry?What was the kid trying to say in Arabic? To find the answers, I decided to follow the kid. I walked in the direction the child had run. I didn’t see anyone at first, so I kept going. After walking around 200 meters, I saw a broken house, probably destroyed by bombings, I assumed. In front of it, a very skinny dog was frolicking near an old and torn curtain. I moved nearer because I could hear some faint sounds coming from behind the curtain. I slightly moved the curtain aside, tilted my neck to the left and peered inside. Oh my God! What I saw… I couldn’t control myself this time, I broke down. I started crying like I had just seen something beyond human understanding. That 4–5 years s old child was feeding that food to small puppies and happily sharing it with them, maybe none of them had eaten in days. I had never seen that much love and care for someone before. I fell to my knees and cried uncontrollably. Then the baby looked at me, came closer and said something in Arabic again. But I understood what the child meant: kid was asking why I was crying. I replied in English, “You’re a great soul or maybe you’re God in a human body.” The kid didn’t understand my words but wiped my tears and extended the same food box toward me with both of tiny hand and care in eyes. Ohh… it touched my soul and my heart just melted. I nodded my head, as I didn’t want any food. That child had already fed my soul. As I was still crying, the child came closer and hugged me, so tightly. And that was the moment I felt as if the whole of humanity, the universe and God itself had gripped me with immense love. ~ Alex D Rox





