When I come into work every morning, I see this Indian/Bangladeshi/Pakistani man pushing this trolley loaded with a bucket. Every morning he sees me, he smiles and wishes me, 'Assalamualaikum, sister.' (which means 'Peace to be upon you.') Oh, you have no idea how this affects me. How every morning this man I only know by face wishes me peace and gives me this widest smile which actually brightens up my day. And I thought to myself, why am I always so unhappy? Is it not enough that a stranger wishes me well, and actually acknowledges my existence while everyone else doesn't?

I think sometimes we all are too happy or too sad to realise the small things around us that could be significant. Either we indulge in our own misery and let it eat us up, or be too happy and forget the people around us who matter. Also sometimes the small things we do that we think nothing of, could mean the world to another person. Maybe he thought of it as a courteous greeting to a fellow muslim, but he has no idea what he does is actually the highlight of my every day at work. When I return his salam I meant it, I really wished him peace and I hope he is happy.

I hope all of you are busy being happy too. I am not. So please ask me out and force me to socialise. Thank you.

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