Just another poor story

The baby was scheduled to arrive in a month, her mother looked overwhelmed with joy she was being washed with happiness and in the midst of this well She simply tried balancing  herself between the scale of delight and worry. A twelve year and yet already known to the worries in store for her parents . Mamma and papa were chattering away about the time they will be spending with the new comer and  while both already have a lot of work to be done to earn the day’s meal she knows at the back of her head that this just wasn’t a new love joining the family but also meant new accounts adding to their deficit living , Yet she smiles with honesty and tells to herself ‘as long as we four are happy , that’s all it matters ' .

While most of her age mates sit sullen in their rooms frowning about how miserable could their parents be to make them share their  room with their younger brother, Lisa a girl of 10 tries to find the slightest joy in her life while her mother settles in for the 3^rd time that month in another new apartment , primarily because she was unable to pay the rent for the previous houses and while their home got smaller and her dreams got bigger  , Lisa only prays at night to the one above that someday or perhaps one day maybe she is given the chance of attending a school because  this little girl knew the value of education she knew that it was her only ticket to live a dignified life . She sincerely prays that she never would have to live the poor life a second time and to her the privilege of attending a school would be like a shower of a thousand blessing..Amen to her wish.

Hamid is just one of the many children living under the mercy of good charity , A boy of fifteen  knows the life of a shelter home , its like a revised routine one that you get tired of but leaves you no room for complain and where there can barely let “one self” to melt in . Life here is simple he said , its with a lump down his throat that he came up to share his little wish of having a family and owning his own little room one day , he knows the cost of having ephemeral dreams because sooner or later they inevitably pull you down with the gravity of reality .His life is ruled by his own efforts and there are no chances for risky takeoffs because this boy no matter how much he wished for knew that he had no father who would take him in even after the world went against him Alas, that’s what charity does to you .

These people pardon me, in order to be more specific  these Children who should have waited for the world to mold their beliefs already live with an existing understanding of life and its adversities and that the ride through poverty is not an easy one and they do know that nobody but them alone can help themselves to make out  something out of the little they have .

How is it that some of us languish in dilemma’s of which technology to settle for while for some they don’t even have the little opportunity of choosing between education or food or if a family would be better than a shelter home.