The Kindness of a Stranger

  
We had come to Islamabad from Peshawar for attending a marriage. Those were the good old days (2009), we didn’t know cancer cells were brewing inside R, and one day take his life.

We had never lived in Islamabad. We usually came (once every 5 years) for a visa, or like on this occasion for a marriage ceremony of a relative. For the night we had stayed at Frontier House near the Marriot. It was the day after the ceremony, and we were trying to find out a way to get out of the city, and head in the right direction for Peshawar.

The war on terror had messed our lives, and our cities. Each road was barricaded, and wherever we tried, we ended with no exit. It was frustrating, and as usual R’s patience graph was spiraling downwards rapidly.

There was another uncomfortable scenario. One of the car’s window had jammed, and it wouldn’t close. It was the month of June, and the sizzling heat outside was roasting us alive.

Whenever we faced this type of situation (where we didn’t know the way) R would hire a taxi, and it would guide us, to the right way out. Our luck wasn’t working, because a protest over rising prices of petrol was taking place, and there was no taxi in sight. 

We were wandering, when R stopped to ask a youngster on a bike. The boy donned his helmet, and guided us through the maze of blocked roads. It was due to that stranger’s kindness we found our way out.

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The Kindness of Strangers

When was the last time a stranger did something particularly kind, generous, or selfless for you? Tell us what happened!

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