See, forgiveness doesn’t happen all at once. It’s not an event – it’s a process. Forgiveness happens while you’re asleep, while you’re dreaming, while you’re inline at the coffee shop, while you’re showering, eating, farting, jerking off. It happens in the back of your mind, and then one day you realize that you don’t hate the person anymore, that your anger has gone away somewhere. And you understand. You’ve forgiven them. You don’t know how or why. It sneaked up on you. It happened in the small spaces between thoughts and in the seconds between ideas and blinks. That’s where forgiveness happens. Because anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth. At least, that’s what I hope.
What with all the grim news coming out of Xinjiang of late, here’s something to warm the cockles of the heart. It’s a story of the triumph of true love in the face of adversity.
A nursing home in Bachu county, Xinjiang, was the setting for a whirlwind courtship between the redoubtable Azatihan Sawuti, 113, and her fresh faced (well relatively) suitor, the lushly bearded rogue Aimti Ahemti, 70. The two met in December of 2014. Metroreports:
“Asked how he feels about the 43-year age gap, Aimti explained: ‘We are very happy together. I don’t care she is much older than me.’”