Since I was young, I have heard a common phrase repeated by the public. Patience is the key to relief, and I used to ask, "Who is the relief that they emphasize every time that patience is the key to it and no one can see it except with the help of that key? And I used to wonder to myself, "Isn't it time for Al-Faraj to come and quench the thirst of those who are thirsty to meet him? I also imagined that this Faraj would be a tall, broad-shouldered man with a large key on his shoulder, like the keys in mythological stories, to open all the locked doors.
Those memories jumped into my head, when I was browsing a translated foreign novel, in which three men met by chance on a bridge in London in the middle of a dark night, as if each of them was waiting for something, glancing at each other from an invisible tip, and the wait was long and no one left, so they approached and met and discovered that they all came for the same goal, which is "suicide". The first one said, "I am a young man without a job, and I can't pay my rent, and I have accumulated debts and I can't pay them back, so I decided to end my life. . The second said, "I am an old man married to a young girl and I know that she has relationships with others and I cannot confront her or prevent her from doing so, so I decided to commit suicide. The third said, "I have an incurable disease that cannot be cured, and the doctors have tried to treat me, and I have no choice but to die, so I decided to leave quickly so as not to endure any more pain. After they finished their stories, they began to offer each other solutions and new ideas. They agreed to postpone the decision to commit suicide for one day only and to meet tomorrow evening at the same place, provided that each of them tries to solve his issue, and they all left. At the appointed time the next day, the old man came to find the unemployed young man waiting for him and asked him what he had done. He said, "I met the creditors and explained my circumstances and they were kinder and gentler than I imagined and gave me a chance to pay, contrary to what I expected. The old man said, "I divorced my wife and I feel very relieved after this decision. They turned around to find their sick colleague and discovered that he had returned after they left yesterday and got rid of his life.
These two men were patient until they met, while the third was impatient and hastened death. Patience hangs on the hands of time, time, and satisfaction with fate.
