The Islamic month of Ramadan is the holy month where people observe the pious activity of fasting. The month upholds values of patience, spirituality and humility. Keeping up with the general atmosphere of the month, I along with some friends organized an 'iftaari' at an orphanage.
Laying down food on paper plates, the looks in the eyes of those orphans was something I couldn't turn away from. They spoke stories of despair, injustice and misery. In contrast to their stained shalwar kameez provided by the orphanage, I felt embarrassed to be in my jeans and t-shirt. But even more so, I felt a responsibility - an urge to help those in need, an obligation to give back to the community I come from.
After the iftaari was over, a young boy almost my age came to me and hugged me, saying, "Thank you, brother." But it was something in his eyes that today drives to more and more community work - it was hope.
How do you think it is? I'm looking more towards a critique of the idea and concept rather than the way it is written, though all critique is welcome.
Laying down food on paper plates, the looks in the eyes of those orphans was something I couldn't turn away from. They spoke stories of despair, injustice and misery. In contrast to their stained shalwar kameez provided by the orphanage, I felt embarrassed to be in my jeans and t-shirt. But even more so, I felt a responsibility - an urge to help those in need, an obligation to give back to the community I come from.
After the iftaari was over, a young boy almost my age came to me and hugged me, saying, "Thank you, brother." But it was something in his eyes that today drives to more and more community work - it was hope.
How do you think it is? I'm looking more towards a critique of the idea and concept rather than the way it is written, though all critique is welcome.