Hello reader, It is in fact the ninth blog and I am really touched by every story I have read of every child so far. They all, even if different, send out the same message and that is that they are all just trying to make the most out of their lives. I will talk about an orphaned girl by her father. Fortunately enough, her mother is with her. Uqba lives with her mother and three sisters as well as two brothers. Their mother is a housewife while the father passed away due to a brain condition. The money that comes in is not much and provides the family with just some very basic and little food. The death of a loved one is one of the most soul damaging and heart breaking events that will at some point happen. It is that which scares us...the not knowing when it may happen. It is especially hard when it occurs when you are at such a young age with fundamental memories still having to be made and you still need that person in your life, for support, for love and also for the good times. It is just not right for life to be taken away from us so quickly, almost as if it had not meant anything in the first place, but it DID mean something! A lot! That is what hurts us. I cannot imagine the exact feelings Uqba may go through and how they come and go, like very long trains passing stations or if they always stay stationary.
Whatever these sentiments may be, she still shows her beaming grin and that is heartwarming. With all the coughing she may do due to lung infections in the winter, the illnesses she may be enduring, the skinny body she has as well as some dental conditions too, it is so encouraging to see someone like that still smile, like a survivor from an earthquake sticking their hand out from beneath the rubble and waving. Yet here some of us are, lamenting about how things didn’t go out as well as we expected it to and getting mad and frustrated at ourselves as well as everyone else around us while, at the exact same time, there is Uqba still smiling and her eyes still hoping. Her house is small and cramped, but it is the only home she has, her bed is the only bed she has, her siblings; the only siblings she has, her food, the only she has. So everything is treated like a gift because in reality it is one. The House, Children First, is the only opportunity she has so she makes use of that to the fullest, there is also no time to sit there and cry and get lost in mental things because if they waste time doing that, they won’t get the money needed for food. So what I think she may have figured out is that it is best to keep going and to not stop, otherwise it will all come tumbling down. Sort of like a bicycle; you have to keep pedaling otherwise you lose balance and fall.
So she incessantly goes to the grubby, grimy, garbage, collects it and will also incessantly look forward to the time in the House. What gets thrown at Uqba may slap her in the face or hit her in the stomach but she stands. Seeing this tiny figure be stronger than me, just because I live the more fortunate life is mind twisting but in a good sense. I really do wish that this suffering ends though because as much as it may make someone vigilant, it could also slowly eat them inside. It consumes them until there is almost nothing to consume but the bare, white bones. So, if you could donate, raise awareness, help me spread the word or share these blogs with someone, it could change someone’s way of life. I, just by doing this, learned new things and found a way to tend to my ignorance in some topics. Though I must say, I did already know a lot about these children. Hopefully, you will feel something too!
Thank you guys, have an amazing rest of the day/evening!