Once upon a time (but this is no fairytale, folks), there was a reality that murdered and was never brought to justice. It’s snickering face laughed and laughs now in our faces … in our helpless faces. The human condition has never been kind and, if I may say so, never will be. Our need to survive socially, school, homework, eating, facebook, reading, music, getting ready, getting pretty, leaving our mark in the history text books deems that our wills for a beautiful, peaceful life mean little. Because when you combine the tick tock of the clock with our everyday distractions we fall into quicksand. It’s about layers of human history built upon blood and hunger. The thirst of being THE ONE…
And today…we walk down our concrete streets, in our designer heels, with our styled hair…never thinking that the tik-tok of our heels against the cold street can wake up a small child, sleeping on his bed of dirt.
It was never his choice to be an outcast of the human shelters, he never chose to be on a permanent diet…he was born homeless, raised by poverty and lives with hunger.
I guess… when we throw out the Swiss chocolates our dad bought us just because they have nuts in them… we don’t think that: “Hello, you have a choice…you can somehow become the hero you’ve dreamt of as a child…don’t throw it out for no reason…there are plenty of people who roam trashed alleys wishing they were dorm rooms, who cafeteria in the garbage bins behind your favorite restaurant”
Think about it, think of the many times you’ve just thrown your food away and then you’ve seen a child begging for a bite…It hurts…it hurts bad not to know where or when your next meal is…it hurts to not have a shelter for those hot summer days… or not to have a blanket to cuddle up in when it’s too cold to move…
But, you my dear friends, have a choice everyday…you choose if you want to dress up and go out, or if you just want to stay warm at home…you choose if you want pasta or if you want to skip a meal…you choose…you have a choice…they don’t!
So before choosing, think of them and maybe somehow you’ll make a difference in this world.
Muslims, thousands of years ago wanted their people to share the understanding of poverty each year for a month. So that they would learn to not take their healthy lives for granted, so that they too could for a month share the pain of those in need.
So, I decided that today I shall fast. It’s heading towards lunch now and I’m writing with a hungry stomach, growling for food. And it’s hard I’m telling you…and then I think…I have food waiting for me whenever I feel like eating. I can just give up on fasting and go eat but there are millions who don’t. Who fall asleep asking when and wake up with dried lips crying out.
