R E A L I T Y ? ? ?

An 8 year old was seated at the corner of a Masjid with his younger sister. He was deeply engrossed in prayers. Making dua to Allâh Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala.
It caught my curiosity. He was wearing very old clothes with patches here and there, but they were very clean. His cheeks were wet with his tears. The passers by were looking at him, but nobody bothered to stop, even though the little boy was busy talking to his Rabb.

A stranger went to him, caught his hand and asked him 'What did you ask from Allâh?'
The little boy looked up  and said, 'My Dad is no more, I'm praying for Jannah for him.
My mother always keeps crying, I am asking Allâh to give her patience.
My sister always cries for clothes, I want money for her.'
The stranger asked 'Do you go to school?'
The boy replied, 'Yes'
'In which grade do you study?'
The boy said, 'I don't go there to study, my mother makes boiled chickpeas and I go there to sell that. Many school kids buy from me. That is how we survive.'

Every single word of this little boy was touching my soul.
Don't you have any relatives? Asked the stranger.
'My mom says the poor have no relatives. My mom always speaks the truth. But sometimes when she serves us food and when we ask her to eat with us, she would say she had finished her meal. At that time I can see that she is not speaking the truth.'
'If someone takes care of your school fees, will you study?' Asked the stranger.
'Never' was the quick reply. 'Educated people hate the poor. None of the literates here have bothered to talk to us and tried to help us. All these people knew my Dad, but they don't want to know us.'
The little one was now weeping. 'Uncle when the father dies, every single person whom you know becomes a stranger.'

I had no reply.
My heart was weeping. It was a very bitter reality. Nobody realises the effect  big tragedies can have on innocent minds. It was a very huge loss for the little one.

There must be so many such children who are deprived of basic needs. Every day they kill their desires and try to survive in this bad, selfish world.

I request all of you to look around you and try to find such needy children and help them lead a decent life.

People donate for Masajid's & Madrasah's, but before you give your sack of rice or flour to them, look around you for such hard working sincere people who need it more than anyone else.