Reflections of The Soul

Posted by Guest Contributor on Sep 9, 2012 in The Thought | 2 comments

The author, Sohail Khan, likes to express his feelings through his writings, and is actually finding it difficult to do so.

He had been examining himself in front of the mirror for the last two hours. He was just passing by but his reflection in the mirror stopped him in his tracks.For the first time in over 25 years he was standing in front of a mirror and searching for something in his
reflection.The reflection in the mirror was of a nice,decent looking face with bright intelligent eyes and a charming personality. He was a graduate from the best university of the country and a well reputed person in society, having served as an officer and lived with his family at a place where high ranked officials and famous people were living.

He started thinking of himself, how decent he is looking from the outside. He impressed others through his wonderful personality, but the spiritual truth was only beheld by him. A d’shaped soul, loathing in the curse of every sin happening in society. He was a part of system which ran against the oppressed and poor. He had lost count of how much money he had been taking from the public since he joined this service.Watching the reflection of his soft and beautiful hands in the mirror, he ruminated over the ruin he had brought upon the people around him. He shuddered at the thought of all the money around him, money that was dipped in the blood of those innocent people whom he never noticed. Today, he was the most uncomfortable man in this world.

He is searching his spiritual self, but he knows that even now his mind would be making plans for playing with the lives of people. He can clearly hear the voices inside his mind calling him a traitor, a traitor to his soul and to his Creator. He is wrecked inside. A soulless person who won everything but lost his most previous possession. The eternal peace is lost somewhere during the search of outer comfort. He is unknown to himself. Thinking all this a stream of tears covered his cheeks.

A few kilometer away from this wide and large house was another side of this city, the slums. He owns no repute in this society. Wether he lives or dies, nobody care except for his little children and his wife. Working as a manual laborer on a daily wage and living in a small room in the slums. Standing in front of a cracked mirror he thinks how ugly he is. He has a clumsy face with a very thin body. He is not at all a good looking man. People want to stay away from him because of the stench from his clothes and body. His face and clothes are filthy. Untidy beard on his little face is making his appearance more worse. Due to the shortage of water he has not been washing his face for last two weeks. His personality is not even notable in the society. Seeing his hard and ugly hands with thin bony shoulders, he is thinking that he is nothing but when he peeks inside himself, he relaxes. He is pale faced and malnutritioned but only he knows how healthy his soul is. He has no money but he never wanted to earn money more than his requirements. He never sacrificed those small moments of happiness which he gets by helping someone. His soul is complete and
comfortable.

The comforts which people search on his face and body are available to him inside the body. He is not terrified by the looks he
possesses because he is so calm and wealthy from inside. Tears of happiness slides through his cheeks as he moves away from the mirror…