A Noble deed...

"Do not turn away a poor man...even if all you can give is half a date. If you love the poor and bring them near you Allah will bring you near HIM on the day of Resurrection."

My Dream

I have a dream… My name is Rabia. I am 9 years old. I live in a small cottage, which is made up of old and broken bricks. We are four siblings. My father works as a labor. My mother is a housewife. I wish we were also rich as many other people around us. I always think how beautiful the life is if we also have money to buy things that will be the cause of happiness. People say money cannot buy happiness I agree with them but at least money makes the misery easier to live. Can people understand our position????  

We are living in such a house where there is always a fear that, any of the wall would fall over us, or maybe there is a storm at night and destroy us completely.

                  I wish we could eat meal tomorrow, or my daddy bought a doll for me. I wish that when I wake up one day, I saw that everything is changed. I feel a comfortable mattress. I have beautiful clothes. My wardrobe is full with different dresses of different colors and shoes and dolls. I wish I could have a bag with books and my mom call me that Rabia hurry up your school van is waiting for you and I’b like coming mama and like thousands of other children I could go to school and get a star on my face from my teacher.

I have a Dream I go to school. I wish I could….Someone says dream is the seed of possibility, it is the key to your aspiring future but what can I do that my parents do not have sufficient money to provide me education. Is it my fault? My parents faults? How can I demand them to provide me school bag and teach me at a good school while we do not have enough money to take meal even three times a day? What can I do in such a condition?

I wish......