“Being poor” and understanding them


I just read an article “Being poor” today and I was astonished, just to know how much it truly triggered me.  http://whatever.scalzi.com/2005/09/03/being-poor/

Frankly I have never led a life like that but I was truly not satisfied with my ways. Not because I wanted what my parents can’t afford but because I wanted something which my father didn’t approve. That is next to nothing regarding being poor. But, never have I deprived of food and never have I cried because I am hungry. I have always felt for those who have been hungry and I have always wanted to help those, but the only thing I feel sad is that I have no income of my own.

“Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won’t hear you say “I get free lunch” when you get to the cashier.” I felt really sad reading this and I wonder how can someone afford to stay like that and I pray to Lord almighty, please help these poor souls.

“Being poor is a six-hour wait in an emergency room with a sick child asleep on your lap.” Oh that is something you see very often in my country with government hospitals. I feel sad and sometimes I feel happy that I never had a chance and I wish and pray that none have that unfortunate chance.

“Being poor is people who have never been poor wondering why you choose to be so.” I strongly disagree (In my single opinion) because I befriend poor girls in my college. Just because I see those girls who are “not poor” have a set of gang and hang out with all those girly charms and I see these girls in a corner having a fine time with people of their kind. I, don’t have a big set of gang but those who understand me loves me and I hang with these poor downward girls and have fun. They are grateful and happy that I chose to be with them and I understand them. i never get those good remark and high five like they do for my choice but I find happiness and gaining happiness is deemed worthy.

“Being poor is knowing how hard it is to stop being poor.” This hit me hard, god! I always pray to my Allah, please help those who have go through much. I can accept and understand because I have been through a lot, and I mean a lot. Physically, mentally, financially and all those “lly” wise.

And in the message section I saw a Soni giving head on with the Being poor in her version and I was heart struck. I can never afford to see people suffering, because like I said I had enough and saw enough to make me feel sad and depressed. I have scars on my left hands that of which I cut. It has healed and left a brown lines always showing what I had to do because I was not able to cope with the pain in my heart. Whenever someone comes and tell me about their sad times, I cry. In silence and in the dark, I advice them a lot of brilliant verses and they feel enlightened and in the end I think to myself, “wouldn’t that apply to me.” And I cry…

A lot of Being poor messages got popped in the message section and most of which stood by my heart is the stealing part for food and thinking will that be a sin. There are people who steal because they feel like doing this and some are there because of their misfortune. And there are people and children who steals,for the sake of someone in their home and give them what they stole and they sleep hungrily.

I can’t think enough and speak because my heart is whimpering and I feel guilt in my guts.”If  only I can do something.”

Ha…i wish and hope and pray and cry for the best and Lord Almighty is all-knowing and empowering, he knows what is happening for the best. Leaving onto his palms, I wish hoping for the best.

Whatever may be, hope is what ties us to not give-up.


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