The Bus Man
Is not a special man, nor one who plays a significant role in my life. But he deserves mention.
I only see him when I take my 'late' bus.. The bus that I take when I don't feel like going to work early.
The first time I saw him he was with a woman I presume to be his wife. She was holding a baby, I presume to be theirs. He in work clothes and she in a simple dress. As the bus approached they walked towards it together, side by side. He gave her a kiss and boarded the bus; she did not. She waited at the entrance of the bus, watching him, till the bus left the stop.
Such a simple act, but so full of love.. To make the extra effort to spend some time together before the day starts.
Dayumn, what could be better than that?
The Bus Man (TBM) was at the bus stop again today, this time with a little girl. As he was getting on the bus I watched the girl; she was trying to get his attention but he didn't notice. Then finally he did and she blew him a kiss - which TBM then proceeded to catch and put in his pocket. He then blew her a kiss, which she excitedly caught and put in her pocket too.
MashaaAllah, such a beautiful family. I can only dream and dua to help to nurture such a family as loving and as thoughtful.