It was one of the coldest nights of December.
Ahmad was looking out at the world. The results of the elections would be announced in the morning. Demagogues will takeover the government, once again, shattering the hopes of people.This hopeless world was tearing apart just like the old blind man sleeping under the tree.
He would soon die out of cold and no one would know of his existence.
Ahmad was lost in thought when out of the blue a young, well-dressed man passed by. Seeing the old man, he took off his jacket and covered him with it.
Ahmad smiled at this sight 'Maybe there's some hope left after all'.
And he went back into his grave