MAKTUB

"Why me?'', cried  he. ''I have ever harmed anyone. I never thought ill of anyone. Then why am still inflicted with so much of pain."

"Maktub. Its all written.'' said the old man. His long white beard flowing like some serpent. His face has a glow of the likes who has taken in a whole lot of the world.

"But its not fair", he whined again. "Even if i don't do anything to deserve all this".

"You are getting it all wrong my child. Destiny, as you call it, is a whole lot more than prewritten  script. As every action is said to have similar reaction, so it is said to bear similar results. Your choices in life makes your fate.Its all about  the way you take ad the choices you make."

''But..."

"I know your question my child. It is not always in your attention all the outcomes of your every single step. When you walk you don't have any idea how many lives you take, of those little almost invisible earthy beings. Similarly you can not always know who all have been inflicted with pain due to your decisions. There could be some of importance and some of no importance. But i the eyes of God and fate everyone is all the same."

He watched the old man agape and awed. Suddenly he feels a lot more lighter, a lot more wiser ad strong enough to take what the destiny has to offer. He now knows that unfair is not fate but the way he keeps blaming it for his actions. And slowly a smile spreads on his tear marked face.