We simulated to be reading some pages of a diary of a boy who used to know Mother Teresa. The boy’s name is Nadir.

 

DIARY

 

Nadir is a Buddhist Indian boy who tells in this diary his difficult moments and the help received by Mother Teresa.

 

 

Calcutta, 3rd September 1997

Dear  diary,

 

Thirty years have passed since the last time I saw Maria Teresa.

I remember that dark alley in the city, where I was dying, destroyed by leprosy.

My family  were gone…and I was alone.

It wasn’t dawn yet, when I saw someone coming to me.

As I had a strong temperature, someone else recognized Maria Teresa; in fact, in that time she had saved many of my friends in Calcutta.

She took my land, then gently covered me with a sleeve of his dress and together we took a long dusty road, that led in an old  abandoned Buddhist temple  where she gave hospitality to all the sick people of the city.

She led me inside and put me in a mat inside a big room.

Near there were two other boys, sick like me; unfortunately they died shortly after my arrival.

In the evening Madre Teresa returned to me with a dish of soup, just prepared, in her hands.

She told me to open my mouth and with grace she put me the spoon in.

She continued to look after me for several days, curing my wounds, giving me food and water.

Mother Teresa gave me her affection, but she also prayed a lot for me and for my recovery.

Every evening, she went to an orphan girl who used to take drugs by desperation, for the lack of her family.

She used to sit in front of that girl, opened an old book and started to talk in a strange language, that I couldn’t understand.

Nadir

 

 

 

 

Calcutta, 13th September 1997

Dear diary,

 

this morning my wife gave me a terrible news : a boy in the street said that my savior Mother Teresa of Calcutta was died. The news shocked me because she saved my life, and I am debtor for her great deed of affection. In addiction, they said the funeral would take place in the afternoon. So I put on my smartest clothes and I ran on the roof, waiting for the passage of her mortal remains. When I saw the coffin coming,  the tears started to come down from my eyes. I ran a lot to take place to the funeral , but there where too many people, so I had to watch the ceremony from a distance. The remains of Mother Teresa of Calcutta were surrounded by the delegations of the different religions in the world. The thing that touched me more were the significant words that all the people said, and so I understood that she helped with so much affection not only me but all the people in difficulty that she met, and this is really remarkable from her. The words that I’ll never forget are "Mother Teresa belongs to all, she represents the peace in the world”. Then four black-dressed men carried the coffin with her undresses in the charity missionaries main house. I promise that from now on, I’ll come and see Mother Teresa’s grave at least once a week. If I think about her I start to cry but she will live forever in our hearts. Now I must leave. Then asked to Mother Teresa what was that book and that meant all those words.

She replied simply that he was reading the Koran because that girl was Muslim and his religion asked to read some prayers at death.

Then, I realized that Mother Teresa, not only took care of the people of the Buddhist religion ,to which

I belong, but all people in need.

The following days the fever pitch and I am going ahead with the weeks even the wounds heal.

One morning I woke up in a good mood for the first time and tried to get up and managed to get their feet wet as if I was a small child.

Mother Teresa was watching me from the other room and his eyes shone with joy.

Understood to be healed and that I could get back to business as usual, but then I thought my family was gone and I was just like before.

Mother Teresa, seeing me sad hugged me and told me that I could stay with her even lifetime.

Going ahead with the years I met the woman of my life where I had two beautiful children.

Now that I am the father back to those sad moments that tell my children soon.

As for Mother Teresa, will never find words so beautiful to be able to thank.

It's all for now, but certainly will come back to write.

 

                                                

                                                                                                 Nadir

 

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