After prayers last night, after giving rations to the white-clad family at the behest of a friend, he started walking through the streets of his neighborhood to return home.
I felt that someone else was in the street.
Walking a little further, I saw in the dim light that someone was cleaning the drains and gutters of the neighborhood.
I wanted to ignore thinking that there would be a scavenger.
But the thought came to my mind that scavengers are hardly found in our area and if it is really scavenger then why he is cleaning secretly at that time. I stopped the bike and approached it. I saw a man standing in the dark with his hands over his mouth. Maybe he saw me approaching and tried to hide his face.
"Hello brother, who are you?"
Why am I doing this cleaning at this time of night ...
And why do you stand in the dark with your face covered? Get your hands off it. Even I could see her tears dripping a little.
Because it was Uncle Nadeem who lived on the corner of our street.
This uncle was also a white-clad man like us. A few years ago, while working as a laborer, he got an injury on his foot. Since then, they have often been crippled and unable to work.
Because it was Uncle Nadeem who lived on the corner of our street.
This uncle was also a white man like us. A few years ago, while working as a laborer, he got an injury on his foot.
Since, most of them have been lame and could not go for labor.
I stepped forward and asked sympathetically again. I could see her tears dripping a little.
Because it was Uncle Nadeem who lived on the corner of our street.
I stepped forward and asked sympathetically again.
I do not see the hunger of my two young daughters. I cannot bear their hunger.
Brother, it has never happened in my life that my daughters go to bed hungry. I used to bring fruits for the girls along with daily food. Now we are asking for food, so why not give food?
Can't go to work because of my disability. Uncle Nadeem began to say that
The people of the neighborhood were talking yesterday. A scavenger or a gutter sweeper should be called and the gutters and drains of the neighborhood should be cleaned.
We will give him two thousand and fifteen hundred.
When I heard that, I told him that I knew a servant who would do the cleaning.
(Uncle Nadeem says I wanted to clean up in the dark of night and take the money and arrange rations for my children)
Just That was the compulsion that I was cleaning.
After saying this, Uncle Nadeem burst into tears.
The thought came to my mind that I am also the father of my daughter, may God never allow such a time for my daughter. By God, my heart started to break.
I told Uncle Nadeem to take me to his house. I want to see your innocent daughters.
Uncle became supportive.
We had to walk towards his house.
The house was just a room, the same drawing room, the same bedroom and the same kitchen, there were no sofas, no beds, no closets, no refrigerators. Just in one corner the stove was extinguishing Uncle Nadeem's poverty and in the other corner two flower-like girls were sleeping under the blanket of hunger. Aunty (Nadeem's wife) said that son, when the crying of the girls could not be tolerated, I drank cough syrup and put it to sleep.
Inside the soul, as if someone had shaken me.
With sobbing heart, trembling hands and wet eyes, I came out with permission from my uncle.
He looked at the girls with a loving look and came back with the prayer: May Allah give me courage and perseverance so that I can arrange rations for Uncle Nadeem's family.
I myself belong to a middle and white clad just what I could afford was already giving rations to someone.
All of you are requested to arrange monthly ration for Uncle Nadeem and some other white clad families like him.
In this regard, we ask the rich and wealthy friends to cooperate with me in this great work.
O Allah! Good luck to these girls, have mercy on your creatures, help the hungry Amen....
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