A nine-year-old boy sits in the corner of the mosque.
Sitting with younger sister.
Do not raise your hand to God.
What was Jaane asking for?
The clothes were patched,
But
They were very clean,
Her little cheeks were wet with tears,
Many people were attracted to it,
And
He was talking to Allah without knowing it,
As soon as he got up
A stranger stepped up and grabbed his little hand,
And asked,
"What are you asking from God?"
He said,
"My father is dead,
Paradise for them,
My mom all the time,
Keeps crying,
Patience for it.
My sister asks her mother for clothes,
Money for it."
The stranger asked,
" Do you go to school?"
The child said,
" Yes, i go"
The stranger asked,
"In which class do you study"
"No, Uncle doesn't go to school
Mother makes gram
He sells it to school children
Many children buy lentils from me
This is our job."
Every word of the child was coming down in my soul
Any of your relatives
The stranger asked the child even though he didn't want to?
Mom says the poor have no relatives
Mom never lies
But uncle when we
Are eating
And I say
Mom, if you eat too
She says i
Is eaten
It seems at the moment
She is lying.
Son, will you study if you can afford the house?
Child: Absolutely not
Because educated people hate the poor
We have never been asked by an educated person,
Pass by,
The stranger was also surprised
And
Also upset
Then he said,
"I come to this mosque every day,
No one ever asked,
Everyone who came here knew my father
But
Nobody knows us."
The baby started crying loudly
Uncle, when the father dies, everyone becomes a stranger
I had no answers to the child's questions
How innocent such people would be
Who are wounded by grief
Just give it a try
And
So needy around you
To the orphans and the helpless
Find out
And
Help them
Look at the poor around you before handing over the mobile and load
He may need more sacks of flour
Keep trying to change yourself and the society.
Thank you 💖
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