Don’t Cry

I accidently cried, and then I prayed. I needed 5 minutes more to dry my eyes. And God led me to go to my grandma. She’s never been the best one in the world, but she knew how to be a good grandma at that time. So I told her what I visited her for. But she stared at me. And she asked me how could my eyes look wet.
Oh, I thought I had wiped my tears perfectly. I shook my head. Damn, the water seemed still remain, and tears began to automatically roll down again. My hands were busy wiping, while my grandma asked me to follow her. I took a sit on a ladder-step. She made a light conversation to give me time calming down. Her hands opened up one or two drawers, looking for what I needed. Then she asked me again about the reason I acted so childish.
“Tell me, is it your dad? He’s home?” I shook my head as a ‘no’ answer as well as a sign for her to keep me in silent. But she continued, “So it’s your mom? You’re angry with her?” I slightly nodded, and said to me ‘there are times mothers aren’t there for us’.
Then she gave me what I have requested before. But she gave me more than what I needed. Alhamdulillah. There will always be a flight to Mecca.
“Don’t cry, wipe your tears,” said my grandma as we ended that uncomfortable situation. And I said ashamedly for not able to control myself, “Please, don’t tell anyone.”
When I walked to my office, I remembered my former teacher who had wiped my tears, and tried to convince me that I was the best, we were the best. It was the hardest day of my life, when my schoolmates and I joined a tough competition. Actually he was always be a very good father for all his pupils. He wiped the tears of his children not only with his hands, but also with his heart.
How grateful I am to having these persons around when nobody cares.