A viewpoint worth spreading, and from a different perspective than I could offer.
“O Children of dust! Tell the rich of the midnight sighing of the poor…” ~ Baha’u’llah
I once saw a child barely two years old sitting on a heap of wet filth sifting through its contents in Kabul, Afghanistan. That image, framed by my car window lasted for two seconds before the car lurched forward taking me away. I have not forgotten you, little child. This post is dedicated to the poor. The voiceless masses of our world.
Writing this from my safe, sanitised little world and warmly heated home, poverty seems a million miles away. Yet, I must not forget that for every 3.6 seconds while I’m writing this, someone dies of hunger. I must not forget that 15 million children die of hunger every year. (that’s the entire population of Finland, Denmark and Norway put together). I must not forget that 925 million people in the world today do not…
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