Sympathy for homeless.
I never considered
myself so privileged until I came to Chittagong, Bangladesh in 2014. I was so
astonished to see homeless people nearly equivalent to the population of Bhutan.
We Asians call them Beggars whereby Westerners address them as homeless people,
which sound less offensive. Nobody aspires to be homeless/beggars; it is just
that a bad fortune pushes them to be the one. My heart sinks every time I see
poor children running around the street begging for food who otherwise should still be in cradle.
I feel completely helpless seeing
them in the whirl of misery. I could do
nothing other them giving them few Takas when they come running to me. Every
time I see them dozen of questions arise in my mind, “Why are these children
put into such trial? What did they do in their lives because of which they have
to undergo these? Is it because their parents didn’t work hard enough to raise
them? Why did they bring these young ones to the world if they cannot feed them
a meal in a day? Seriously there are no answers to these questions. I secretly curse
God for being so bias to his creations. Since childhood I have been told that almighty
decides every one’s fate and is never bias to his creations however at this
point I find everything so contradictory.
Winter in Chittagong is
not as cold as in Bhutan however in the morning it gives quite a chill. Once in
early morning, I was woken up suddenly by the cold morning breeze because it
was raining outside. I cursed myself for not adding another blanket. Then I moved
to the window to see the morning light. What I saw outside really made me think.
A homeless mother along with her two infants was struggling so hard to sleep
under a tree at the side of the road. Except the ground where they were
sleeping, everywhere was wet. The mother covered one of the babies with the
scarf, only possession she had and took another baby tight in her arms laid
down to sleep. I felt so miserable seeing them because right before I was
complaining myself about not having extra
blanket where the homeless mother didn’t have one.
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