Hello again!
I have someone else to talk about and he is an Afghan boy named Raheemullah. Raheemullah lives with his family and siblings in a little village called Sathra in the region of Muzaffarabad. His father is also a garbage picker with him and his brothers and sisters. While his mother works as a housewife. Raheemullah is a charming boy but he is quite timid and reserved. He is sick due to lack of nutrition like many other children in his conditions and tired of how he is living his life but he has to put up with it and just look forward to the House and his time there. People may say “oh, life is tough for all of us in some way or another” and that is right but we are part of life too. Isn’t life what we make it? Something doesn’t happen just because it does, it always gets triggered by something else whether it is good or bad. Everything has a source and everything in some way can be solved or has a solution, as my dad used to say.
This is part of a solution that I have for this problem, making this webdsite. This boy, like the previous children I have talked about, has his will clutched in his hand near his heart and he keeps it cautiously and delightedly, This is why Raheemullah, if he really wanted to, could become anything because he has something that some may not have so much of...will. But unfortunately, he does not have everything laid out for him as you or I may have. Unfortunately, he is in this condition that does not like him and he doesn’t like it. Fortunately, there are people like you, who read these blogs, hopefully donate to help these causes in our world and will at least try to make a difference to a child’s life. There was a story about a boy who threw starfish that were washed on the shore back into the sea. They were going to die if they didn’t get back into the water. So he threw them in the water each day and there was a man that came by and the man told him how it was hopeless and how he could not possibly save all of them. He should give up, the man said. The little boy remained silent and threw one starfish into the sea. After it splashed into the water the boy turned to face the man. “I saved that one”, he said.
Raheemullah is a boy that loves to play and walk around in the fresh, green grass. He is a boy that only knows the true essence of longing and then, the joy of maybe receiving. He knows it as crude and bare. He knows life without all its fancy clothes and decorations. It is not this that even a full grown adult must endure. At night, in his cold, small tin house as he lays in the hard bed, he dreams himself out of this world and into a better one. Why cannot we provide this better world? Or help provide it? You can even see in his eyes, the distorted wishes and desires swirling around, playing and chasing each other as he smiles at you with his young but worn face. Then, he will bend down and continue picking up the rest of the rubbish scattered on the floor, leaving them to spiral.
That is all for today. Life tip by the way: let your future self be grateful to you.
It has been something that I have been thinking a lot about lately.
Have an amazing rest of the day/evening!
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