Showing posts with label Iraqi Sorrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Iraqi Sorrow. Show all posts

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Kid's Sorrows

Maybe he’s a kid like most kids in Iraq and maybe am sensitive more than normal towards kids.

I was in my way to work when I noticed a 10 years old kid pushing a cart full with gas; it was really cold that day. He was wearing a light coat, covering his head by a peace of tissue.


He touches my heart by this look of poorness and feeling of pain and inability to do that anymore. I asked brother to stop the car! I want to talk to this kid and see what kind of parents who leave a kid in these dangerous roads.

I have a brother turn to 11 years old in Jan. , I try hard to give him a warm bed and best cloths and food but sometimes I feel guilty because I can’t spend long time with him because am busy with work and a lot of things in life.

Why we bring life to those kids if we aren’t able to offer them the best life which any human deserve! I know it’s not logical what am saying but that’s the true, wish I can take all those kids from those careless parents and ask all people to stop bring suffer to this world.

I asked this kid why he is outside home in this cold weather, he replied “its cold everywhere and better to be outside home and get money than staying at home and suffer from hanger”
Big answer for a little kid, I said “And where’s your parents?” he replied with a cold smile” My father is asking me to do that to help him in covering the family expenses”

Then he asked me to buy gas or leave because he’s afraid to talk to strangers, I asked him again “Did you go to school?” He refused to answer and asked me to leave. I said “Am going to give you money weekly if you promised to stay at home safe, and if you show where do you live, am ready to go to your family and maybe help all your family”

He said “And are you going to help 16 kids, sick mom and crazy father?” I shocked when he said that he has 16 brothers and sisters!!

I said “God bless you and all those innocent kids, but please let me help you”, he said “Please leave!”

I kissed his cold cheek and put money in his pocket and left with tears in my eyes to what this kid and all his brother and sisters are suffering! I will pass this street everyday wishing to see him again and helped him.

There is no body to ask for help in that; only God, but wish all parents stop for moment and ask themselves one question “Am I ready to give the best life to this kid before bring life to him/her?”

God bless all those kids everywhere!

Nibras