There are souls that can change our personal beings, turn our worlds around and give life a whole new different meaning. There are souls that would smile in the worst situations that some may not. These souls can make you feel that the world is totally still and that nothing can ever go wrong. Each time I look at such souls I smile and joy triumphs within me. But what kills me is when I see such souls in tears, sadness, fear and insecurity.
From all the corners of the earth; the war zones, the busy streets; slums; deserts in the tropics; villages and towns, they cry, yearning for help. Praying that one day they’ll wake up to find abundant food, plenty of clothes, a secured home, full of peace and a family to hang onto.
Then puff!
Somewhere in the third world countries, right on their faces they are woken up by stings of flies, mosquito bites and back aches because of sleeping on cold floors all night long. They get up, stretch up and prepare for another tiresome walk across the streets.
While this continues, somewhere in Northern Africa and the middle east some souls are woken up by gunshots and bomb explosions, they open their eyes just to see their caretakers excessively bleeding, taking their last breaths and giving up their lives, leaving the little souls in devastating conditions, mentally and emotionally disturbed, lost amidst of dead bodies they get clear view of the sand dunes in the nearby deserts. And that’s when they realize that all the houses have been taken down by the soldiers.
As these souls begin to cry, somewhere in the distant land of America a young soul is abandoned at the doorstep of a convent. Somewhere else a caretaker abuses another soul sexually, another one is deserted, scolded and beaten up and oppressed and with no power or voice to speak they lose their self esteem and self worth.
Lost, hungry, neglected, poor, unloved, abused, despaired, injured, demoralized, abandoned, hurt, careworn, school dropout, illiterate, undressed, malnourished and much more words can be used to describe the daily devastating situations of children in the world. I hear about this, I see this, I have even experienced some of these situations, and it troubles me.
Sometimes I close my eyes and speak to my own soul, my heart and my mind then I say to myself, I will make it up; Every lost moment and opportunity, every hurtful untold story will be faced, every disappointment that sent me to the ground will never happen around me for as long as I am able to make a different story. All these will be faced, and out of them will come the light for children. And this is my dream.
My dream is to see smiles on faces of children, transform their lives into dreams they have always created in their minds. Show them that no matter how much disadvantageous they could be, there is always more to life than what they are facing. My dream is to make sure they get to know the purpose of their lives, unleash their potentials to great depths. I dream unite young lives, to find for them a family and create for them a place they would call home. I want them to see the light ahead and forget the darkness that once covered them, I want them to dream.
Then comes a point, I face a challenge I may not be mighty enough to land on each corner of the world and make this transformation. I may touch lives of these young souls but not cover the world population of them. And therefore I plan to make a call to every person, young or old; rich or poor; black or white; crippled or not crippled who ever it is, as long as they are able to stretch out their hands across the globe in every nation change the lives of children. We should be instruments of peace, to stop wars; we should be hope radiators to build the faith of these innocent children. We should be loving caretakers and build a happy home for them.
It hurts me to see them crying, and that’s why I dream to make a different story. Every time I pray, I pray for them and for you and me so that we may be strong enough to make this change, because the welfare of every child matters everyday
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