Moon, a friend of mine, came from Pakistan. When I first saw him, he was very quiet, always facing the wall. Then I called him, “Ali.” He looked up with his bright eyes and said his real name is Moon.
Later, he told me that his right leg and hands had been injured after he was attacked by two people in Sham Shui Po and he had stayed in hospital for about two years.
One day, treating me Hawaii nuts, he told me that he wanted to stay in Hong Kong, learn Chinese and find a job. He did not want to go home as his parents had passed away and his five sisters are married.
I said “I pray to my Lord Jesus for you. And you pray in your Muslim way as well.” He looked at me, “Yes, to Allah.” His eyes were shining, like the moon in darkness.
It has been a long time since I last saw him. But I keep praying for this young man.
Lord Jesus, help Moon, your desperate son.
Gertrude Poon
