Essay on Mercahant of Venice

Your best friend needed a large sum of money to settle his debts and be a suitor to the woman he wishes to marry. You don’t have the money but, you cannot let him down…

Walking home after a long, very long, day at work. I have much more to think about than what I usually do. My work colleague, relative, and above all best friend- Faeez informed me today of the foul predicament which he has landed himself in. as if worrying about this situation which he has is in is not enough, I too have to worry about how I should get him out. And to aggravate everything worse than salt would aggravate an open wound, I don’t have the means to provide the money Faeez requires. How could I let this close buddy of mine down?

I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, as my mind dwelled upon option after option, tossing for I couldn’t find one that would actually work. Alas, I could not give up. Don’t want to go to work today, don’t want to face Faeez. So I’ll stay at home to try my utmost best to find a solution. Hopefully, in this way Faeez would think I have already found a way to help him out and my absenteeism shows I’m acting upon it. If only he knew. Wish I had more time. He needs the money pronto, for I could’ve taken a second job, a third and given him all the money I earned. My current salary is by far not enough, besides we not anywhere near the end of the month. Scratch those options off. Oh brother!

He needs the money day after tomorrow. You know what a ghastly thing debt is. That leaves me with less than fourty-eight hours, Allah know how many minutes or seconds. Tick. One second less. I tried everything I could think of. I spoke to people and none could suggest some thing I haven’t already tried. I phoned the bank to ask for a loan, who refused me. My wealthy friends, associates, none able to help me at this time. I put my house on sale which I couldn’t get a buyer for soon enough, giving my house up is not a problem at all. The only problem is getting the money. Could you call this bad luck?

No one can understand the gravity of this situation except those whose friendship knows no bounds. Who would sacrifice their entire being for the benefit of their friend. Only but a few. A few who would at times like these instantly give up, if it not be for the love in their friendship that drives one to keep trying. Keep trying. It’s as though I am in a cave facing numerous obstacles and the light which is pulling me through is the love. How can I keep fighting when every corner I turn there’s a dead end? Surely, there’s a limit. When you throw the towel in and say “Well, that’s it.” How could one ever think that? Allow it to cross your mind? Where has the meaning of love evaporated to? The saying “I would die for you,” is no longer literal, only but a façade to those who say it but don’t mean it. Where’s the love, people? I pray for a miracle.

Like every tale, legend or myth, doesn’t always have a happy ending. This is mine. I would forever remain guilty for my inability to help even though the odds were against me. That doesn’t give me reason to stop believing. To believe in the power of love, which makes the impossible no longer look that bleak. And finally, the next time Faeez needs cash, I’ll ask for a later deadline.