My second Blog (yay!).
Hello again, here is my second blog!
Today I figured to write about a boy whose name is Abdul and he is nine years old. He has three brothers and two sisters, they all live together with their parents in a village called Jabbar in Muzaffarabad, Kashmir. Abdul’s father works as a sweeper and doesn’t earn much for his big family. Like many other children that live in great poverty, his dreams are some of our realities that we take for granted. According to him, the simple taste of a chocolate bar and a run outside is all that it would take to see him smile yet there are people with immense glossy cars, huge blockhouses and tanks full of money yet their faces may remain expressionless or they do smile...but their heart doesn’t and their hunger grows.
Abdul is a reserved and calm boy. I think that inside all of that calmness and tranquility lies the little happy moments that he may gather each time and store in a special place. Sort of like a treasure box. Abdul is one of the many many children who dream with those smiles and lit eyes as soon as someone mentions something amazing to them. I admire these children with all my heart and it makes me cry how they are so brave and facing these terrible challenges that life placed for them. It is horrendous how they are just left behind in the shadows.
His lack of nutrition and vitamins results in a slightly slim body and makes it vulnerable to illnesses and that is why in winters he usually catches colds and gets sick a lot. Everyone gets sick but not all are in the same condition. There are those who are in a nice and cozy house in front of a warming fire, there are others who lie in a comfy bed while staring at their phones as they scroll through social media and there are others who are wrapped in thin blankets inside a cement structure that barely contains any warmth.
If I somehow had a life like his, if I found myself staring out of his eyes I would be dreaming of this life that I have now. The opportunities and all the laughter that I am having now. The city that I am in now. I would see it so vividly in my mind, like a bittersweet reminder of what is out there in our world. Reading his story, just like reading other children’s stories, made me really think about what my life is. How big and full it is with wonderful things and how quickly this can be taken away. Everything. Gone. Almost like a computer, one small click and everything gets erased from the screen. Boy, that annoys me so much especially when what I have been writing was really nice and I liked it. Imagine how irritating that would be with your own life. You will only realize again how much you need and long for something when it is gone. That is when you will notice the empty space in you. This is why I think that at times it is important to remember when you didn’t have that something.
Remember that cup of coffee you had today? Well, that is a great gift believe it or not. What about the breaths you are taking. Life itself is one of the best gifts you will ever receive...and that too in a swift, can be taken away just as it was given. Do you know what cannot be so easily taken away though? Your thoughts...not if you don’t want them to. Your way of thinking as well. These children, their minds are darkened but surely they are always longing for light that we can bring. It is not so dark and they still dream...and that is what is so special.
Before I go, I wanted to inform you that I will be from now on posting every other day due to schoolwork. Thanks for the support and please interact with this blog as much as possible-it will be great!
Have a great rest of the day!
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