Critical Incident Essay

It was a cold friday afternoon as I sat at the motorcoach stop waiting to get home. I had just got out of an enthusiastic Friday take to task from the Northampton local Mosque. The imam was furious and obviously disgusted at the behavior of our generation. How do we live with ourselves imaum Aseem Ibrahim had said. Most of us shed enough to feed ourselves and our family, even buy the latest gadgets just because we sewer but do we feed the poor? Do we clothed them? He said in anger as he chocked on the words. The lecture kept on playing in my indicate as I waited for the bus. It made me realize, we could do both(prenominal) heart tangle with the money we spend on some unnecessary things especially the ones we buy for ourselves to please others.Earlier, I had plan on buying the new Manchester United away jersey, but with what the Imam said, I dont think I need it anymore. I could use at least half the money to do good for others. Just as I drift on my thoughts, I spy a tilt and chips cart which reminded me of the breakfast and lunch I had missed. I had been staying up late studying that I forgot about a oppose of meals. Dont starve yourself in the course of feeding others. The Imam had said while giving his lectures. I starved myself but it wasnt because I was trying to feed anybody, I was just trying to gain up on loss time.I got up and got myself some fish and chips then sat back at the bus stop seats. As soon as I had the first swallow, I realized I could help poor people by feeding them delicious viands with a reasonable amount of money. The food was relatively cheap. I smiled and go on to enjoy. Halfway through my meal, I saw a little Indian boy with an elderly woman walking towards my direction. The boy smiled at me so I smiled and offered him my food. The little boy smiled again and shook his head. Are you certain(a)? He shook his head and stopped walking.Alright then. I went on with my meal.A few minutes later, the bus arrived and just as I motioned to get on it, the elderly woman furiously said some words to me in Hindu. I shrugged and got on the bus. When I arrived home, I prime my roommate Taneem watching a Hindu movie. I noticed something spiritual as I watched a little with him. Why is the subtitle formulation yes while the woman keeps shaking her head? I asked. Because shaking your head is to Indians as nodding your head is to us. Shes saying yes. Taneem explained. Even though it was minutes after I had left the boy and the woman, I felt so embarrassed at what I did to the boy. My intentions were good, but it looked otherwise.