“I’m sorry to disturb you. But I hope you understand. I am a father, with children who I send to school. This is the only moral way I know to earn a living. If you could just buy (even one or a few), it would mean a great deal. Thank you!”
Those were the few words uttered by the elder man who was obviously roaming the streets earlier today- amidst the sorching heat of the sun and danger of going from jeep to jeep in the middle of heavy traffic. He basket full of pens in hand and small printed notes that more or less said what he had uttered.
All this, just so he could send his child(ren) to school.
Some may say, it could be another modus operandi, a hoax to get people’s money. It’s a thing so common in the Philippines when you roam the streets and you encounter indigents who ask for alms. There are people who take advantage of the suffering of others…
Others who think that they have no other choice, if they wish to survive.
But dare I say, where is the proof? Would we dare choose to believe the latter whilst knowing that there is an equally high chance that a simple ballpen could mean a child’s future?
But besides all this, I was nearly moved to tears…
I felt guilty…
Being still considered a fresh graduate and having earned my license last October, my current job has had me in the ropes. I’ve faced challenges and situations that have me constantly pondering whether I did the right thing, and/or whether the struggles are worth it.
But what are my struggles, compared to others who choose to push on? Like that man who had put aside any concern for his health and being for the sake of the future of another?
No matter what our situation is written to be…no matter how grim or trialsome…May we never lose sight of these.
Second post today. Actually I’ve been wanting to post this ever since I first heard it. But I didn’t have the time.
And I believe that posting this isn’t in the wrong time at all.
The essence of Ramadan is to hone the purity of the soul, to help in the chipping away whatever it is the withholds it to reach the true potential of the human being…
To shake our inner being so that we may see with the eyes of the heart, and think beyond the boxes society has placed upon us.
To rid us of food, material enjoyment and reign in our desires with a command stronger than any political law, so that we may see that these things are not what really matters…
To get put the base ego and desires into the command of the soul so that we, as a race, may realize the “Dream” we all share regardless of color, age, and culture.
And it is in the coming of Eid that this realization is celebrated. Eid being the culmination, and the gateway for the souls to be reborn into a stronger force within the human body’s vessel.
I believe this song by brother Raef reflects what I’m trying to say in a much more effective and clearer medium for many today.
Too many times I’ve walked through these streets
Wondering where we went wrong
Our hands alone can feel so helpless and weak
But surely with yours they’ll be strong
Our problems and fears will soon disappear
If we try hard enough they’ll all be gone
Brothers and sisters, it takes each of us
Together we can overcome!
We shall overcome
Dream your biggest dream
If we dream enough together we can make it real
And lend a helping hand
What we keep won’t mean anything, once we’re gone
Children Of The World by Romero Britto
I want you to know you are beautiful.
No, not because you have those eyes,
No, not because you have that skin,
No, not because your house is this,
But in you is a blank art-piece.
Pure, untouched, responsive to Love.
You who within, God placed a Promise,
That this world may understand His Message.
His Message of True Peace.
Once there was a little girl. A bright young girl. Full of energy, full of wit, full of kindness. Like everyone, young and old, she yearned for love. And from her family, she received so much. Soon, she had to go to school.
Everybody was excited. She had gotten top grades, and was promising according to her teachers. But her family didn’t know of another pain she would face. They wouldn’t have imagined it…
One day at home, she looked through her mother’s dresser. She took out the powder, and shook so much of it out and into her palm. She covered her face, she covered her limbs and ran to her grandmother and mother.
“Am I beautiful now?” she asked.
And she isn’t the only one.
[to be continued]