Burden

Spiritual Story by Amir Saleem

He could hardly walk. He was carrying an unseen burden.

His feet were heavy, as if there were a million passages clung to his tired shoes. His heart was heavy, as if a million sinful thoughts were stuffed into his intentions. His eyes were heavy, as if a million repentant tears flooded the gates of his life. His hands were heavy, as if holding a million-page book of decaying deeds. His head was heavy, as if a million evil plans were stuck in his tomorrow. His lips were heavy, as if a million complaints buzzed in silence.

With so much burden — that slowed down his speed to redemption — he entered the sacred place.

God was waiting for him since long — they talked.

When he came out, he went away flying.