About a happy day that left a pain in my heart..

For a starter- I am neither very rich nor live a perfect life in a picture-perfect town. I live in a small house located in a narrow street in a crowded area.
Bur I have had some really happy moments.

This post is about a day- a memorable one.
It started with a litte girl who had Henna for sale. Since Eid was aproaching (A festival of Muslims in which the girls usually apply henna on their hands and wear bangals), the little girl went from house to house, with a few Henna cones in her hand, offering everyone to buy it.

When she entered our house, she approached me and wanted me to buy the Henna. I noticed that she had beautiful green eyes and she was wearing a small white Dupatta (A long scarf or shawl). In this area of Pakistan, its not a surprise if you see little Pashtoon girls wearing a Dupatta over their heads.

I talked to her and asked her a few  questions regarding her whereabouts and found her very jovial.  She laughed easily at small things and was pretty sharp without any fear or shyness.

Although I didnt buy anything from her, I offered a small amount of money which she took without any hesitation. This offer seemed very unusual to her,  she was glad  that she didnt sell anything yet recieved something.  After talking for a while, she hurried off and ran away with her white Dupatta waving behind her.

Her animated chat made me feel very happy and my happiness didn’t end there because after a while, she returned back with her other two sisters.

Apparently, she informed them about the money and they came to see me. I couldn’t help smiling.

The other two sisters were equally cute specially the youngest who seemed interested in my spectacles and I let her try them on 😛

When they felt at ease with me, we played and watered the plants and splashed it on one another, then they took turns on the swing and it gave me great joy listening to  their laughters. The innocence in their eyes caught my attention right from the first sight. Later I took their photos…

But now when I see these photos, I feel an ache in my heart- thinking they must have dreams unfulfilled.  I wish and pray to Allah that he grants me all the opportunities so that I can help His people. These innocent souls are not meant to be wandering in the streets earning for their livelihood. They should be in a school, getting educated and playing and enjoying life like other kids of their age out there.   I direly wish to do something for them, and other such kids. 😦