Here I attempt to decipher people with my mind armed with the facts and fictions they display to me, the way they carry themselves around me and the stories they tell me.
Here was a man in his early twenties the minute I wrote this, wondering if God really did notice man's suffering. Here was an unselfish man, frank, straightforward and without the need to circumvent relationships or attach like the leech that other people sometimes are. Here was the embodiment of the need to act yet hindered with the unblemished hope that just one more run of the Star Wars movies wouldn't hurt. Here was a man to walk mountains with.
I say this because he has made me into a better believer, questioning my own reasoning to reach my own conclusions and from there to grow to what I want to be. I say this because he is genuine; he has no need to hide face from others, no reason to speak evil because there was enough evil in the world without him adding any more. He is a man apart, and I say this because he has the drive and want to change the world. He has seen cruelty and he has seen a mother's love and dedication, the two extremes of compassion on this desolate planet crowded with ignorant people.
Here was a man I'd use the strongest colors to paint a picture of. No, not the bright neon that usually denotes happiness and energy, but the dark reds and clear black, thick brush lines of the ocean blue crossing over. His passions bordered on the utterly humanitarian, a deep-seated belief that lest you do it yourself, the world would forever remain stagnant. There was much he set his mind upon, but before all of his plans and all his dreams, he kept his family in mind. A thousand five hundred miles from home, I watched him labor at the papers that were to bear fruit in the form of a number, in the end, a number that would determine whether his work was, or was not, in vain. And work he did and achieve he did as well.
He set the bar for me. There was a lot to his demeanour, his persistence, and perseverance that once dug me out of my own little personal hell. Having been there when all who called him friend ever needed him, he was a saving grace; a fact that would be agreed to by anyone who knew him well enough. He was a reason I could come home to my dusty, homey apartment, someone to recount my day to, someone to make plans and then rush off on adventures with. I could build a rocket ship with him to fly over the Cayman Islands, I could hitch-hike my way to north Malaysia and he'd go with me. Someone who's dreams are alive and full of fire yet finds within himself to help burn another man's fire, his undying support and warmth makes one believe in love and miracles again.
He deserves a long and full life, for which I shall continuously pray and hope for. He has the potential and the drive to change the world in his own little way, for his presence in my life as a best friend and a brother from another mother has changed mine.
See you soon, Farhan Ferdous.
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