The Ocean of Light — Page 125
125 HADRAT MIRZA GHULAM AHMAD AS but how can I return to you empty handed!” He says “O my grief for my country!” And his heart is broken. [Out of shame] he keeps silent. There is no one close to him who may write his story and then take his news to his country like a swift steed. No one asks about the hidden pain of his heart and no one makes any effort to reunite him with his family, and neither is he given any money to start looking after his family. Sometimes he has a daughter who has matured and has become like the spinster whose youth has been spent in the home of her parents and the time is close when she will not be considered a young girl anymore. Hence, such a person becomes consumed by thoughts such as these and dies before his time. Sweet water becomes bitter in his throat, he is overtaken by severe torment, and he walks around as if bereft of his senses and deranged. He begs for a loan, but no one gives him any portion of their wealth, even if he is willing to provide a written guarantee of repayment. He tries various