Hello, are we all still here? If so I am very pleased to know that you are!
How is everything going? I am once again, as usual, back writing on this very robust and old laptop and I will tell you about Khadija today, a girl whose father, Munir, is a seller on the streets and whose mother, Shaheen, cares for both her and her older brother called Zeshan and the whole house. They all live together in their village that is called Sund Ghali which is in fact in Muzaffarabad in Kashmir. Khadija is short and slim but her warm grin is neither of those two. You can tell that she is a very bright and eager girl who is fascinated by all the new things that she comes by. Her father does not provide enough for the family and so they live in conditions of severe poverty. She has hopes of becoming a doctor and a good one too. She has a curious mind in her and I imagine how happy she would be whenever she would learn something that always made her wonder about things.
The house in which she lives is not the best place for a child to grow up in but it is the best that the parents could do for their children. I wonder if she will ever get to be something like a doctor and if she does have the amazing chance, how she will carry out her plan to get there. Having hurdles placed almost everywhere in her path. Money in this world tells you where you are and our corrupt and unjust society takes it as a unit of measure to define you and your life.
It is funny to think about how a piece of paper will tell you who you are. Does it have magical fibers perhaps? Or maybe a mystical instinct buried in its thin surface? I would rather say not. Money was supposed to maintain order but not psychologically separate us in classes and discriminate. It has made good and bad changes to us and that is why it is a hard topic to talk about. We have used and abused this paper, this paper whose only significance lies in our minds. It is something that we all need to have in order to live a livable life and not everyone has a good quantity of it unfortunately. Many people may disregard others with less in their possession or with things that have less value according to them.
This is why it will be harder for these people, who do not choose to lead these lives, to obtain a stable, livable life in this society. Unfortunately we must come to realize that this life is very unfair and that how you get into it is unfair. I am not going to sugarcoat it. If you were born in a MDC country you are on the easier side of the spectrum while if you happened to be born in countries such as India, Congo or Pakistan or, in other words, LDC countries then you would just happen to have a really, really tough time. We just so happen to be there, not out of merit but just because of a form of destiny as some may call it. It is vital that we do not lose ourselves in less useful things and stop making excuses. We need to help the less fortunate. We have heard this phrase time and time again and it is used so much. People may get annoyed with it. But maybe there's a reason why people persist with the topic. If you think about it. Maybe there is a reason. Khadija is nevertheless happy whilst her feet are on the LDC soil. It doesn’t matter how gifted you are in countries facing war or famine or drought or great poverty. It doesn’t matter how passionate you may be. Because in this world of angry adults, there is a tough chance that someone will stop and listen. But other people are trying to make the chances better. People are trying and that is something that consoles me and hopefully some other children out there. I am trying. We will do it if we are committed because we have the paper and, hopefully, we have the will.
Thank you, have a pleasant rest of the day/evening and maybe tell me some of your views about the topic!
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