Darul Sukoon- The home of hope!


Out of many small wishes, one of my wish was to spend time with the orphans, old and with the disable people. Recently I got a chance to fulfill my wish and I visited Darul Sukoon as a photographer of a small event with a team of YLC who promised to spread smiles and happiness with them. There reside children and some old age people who are mentally and physically disable.

The team members played with them, danced with them, sang with them, listened to their small adorable wishes and gave gifts and goodies. All the people of Darul Sukoon were amazing, the way they care for each other and the way they protect each other was worth noticing.

When speaking to a person of management, she told me that parents of these children leave them here when they realize that they are disabled. She told that they give reasons that they don’t have enough money to bring them up but they lie to hide the truth. When I asked if these children miss their parents, she smiled and said these children are now our own children. We know them and they only know us. This is their home. They don’t know that the word “parents” exist but they know that “love” exist and they live on this hope. A tear flicked down my cheek which a four year old boy wiped it off and proved the above statement right.

I went to explore the well maintained and decorated building and saw an employee feeding the boy whose feet were tied with the bed and his eyes were frightened. I asked why he was tied when he is in a cot with rods taller than the normal height. He said, “He is very hyper. Once he climbed it and went to take a hot boiling water bath. I reached on the spot else he wouldn’t be alive today”. The boy was continuously looking at me while I was talking to the employee. I smiled at him and said “Kioo bhaee kioo gaee ap?” <Why? Why you went there?> The boy looked, smiled and started telling me whole story in his own special language. The employee told he is very choosy person and once he choose and starts talking, he doesn’t stop. You can leave whenever you want. I smiled and keep listening to him because I felt there was a need there.

Altogether there were smiling, sad, frightened and the needy faces. All of them wanted only one thing that is a hand to hold, an ear to listen to them, a mouth to cherish their beauty and a heart to love them endlessly. They all were innocent. What was moving for us was the way these children looked up at us, the way they gave us thousand dollar smile, the way they played, danced and the excitement they had in their twinkling eyes while opening the presents and showing them off to their friends. They had the manners which a normal person doesn’t have. They are taught to be hospitable and to be warming.

These children proved that though we are blessed with all the abilities yet we have made ourselves disables. We made our condition worst by ourselves. We do have the heart but of stone whereas these people have the heart of gold.

The team of YLC

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Innocent Futures Floating!


Did you ever think what would happen to you if you were forced to do work at the age of 10 when actually you are supposed to live your life to the fullest?

It is that age when we are carefree, fun-loving, learning, playing and enjoying the life. Child Labor should not be considered any trivial issue of our country because on every street you see child begging, having a huge sack on his back, polishing shoes or taking drugs!!

Whenever we go back in time to our childhood, there are always beautiful memories but there are many who hate their childhood. The target of child labor tries his best to get out of the everyday torture by others. Some manage to get out and make their lives better, but many continue to stand where they are, not out of choice, but forced. Having been forced to kill their aspirations, dreams and other wishes, they are pressed to earn a living for themselves and for their families.

Every year, millions of children across the world are becoming helpless targets of atrocities. They are the sufferers of ill-treatment, exploitation, and brutality. The consequences of child abuse are overwhelmingly disturbing. It denies a child its basic right-education. Often child who are being abused in their childhood are more likely to abuse their own children in future, and due to the deep impact in the future generation, they would do the same thing and hence the cycle goes on.

It is universally accepted that poverty is the cause of child labor. However it is seen that some child workers are from relatively affluent families are engaged in this business for excitement and pocket money. In this country, Pakistan, education is not the priority but they want their children to succeed. Here, people have the concept that more experience means more money. Think about it. How can a person earn enough money if he doesn’t have its basic know how?

There is an old saying that “child is a father of tomorrow”. It simply translates that childhood is the stage at which a child can develop its senses. It is the stage when a child wants a “Right guide” so that he may explores his creative mind. Child labor is a crime against humanity. It is an inhuman practice that stops the physical and mental growth.

When we go to any restaurant to have dinner, When often see many children working there. Those innocent children do not clean those tables happily. Instead, those children who have spark in their eyes are forced to work there by their parents. The twinkle or spark shows that they also want to live their lives like other children. But, unfortunately, they are never exposed to the real happiness of childhood. After all how can he live when he is being shown the wrong path?

When we meet a boy like them, we often give him a pat on his back and press a five-rupee coin on his palm as a formality to satisfy our guilt. But we never sit with such a child and give him advice. We never make him feel that we are really there to help him, so that he may feel comfortable in telling us his problems.

 

If we want to do anything to prevent child labor then we have to target these children, not their parents. These children are not mature, they are not sensible enough to choose their path. If we want any change, we have to target the main segment.

Child labor is a complex issue that raises questions that are difficult to answer. The solution to child labor could come only with a change in our hearts. We have money, we have courage, we have strength, but what we don’t have is the space for these children in our heart. We need to educate people that how unfair and unjust is to employ a child labor.

If a child is born in a poor family, it doesn’t mean that his future will always be poor. He must have some aims and ambitions. Narrating a quote, “Achievements are not only for the rich, but for poor also”. This quote simply says that dreams are not only for the rich! Poor can also have them. They can also aim for something. They only want a support to achieve them and no doubt, we can be the support for them-supporting, not by employing them but by educating them, as education is the key of success.

The “least” we could do as an individual is that whenever we find a child in any kind of complexity, we help him. We have ample amount of pocket money to spend on ourselves. What if we give half of it to the one who really deserves? Now, you may think that no one deserves. But, do you really know their lives?? Do you live with them?? Try to put yourself in their boots. If you try to find one, you`ll definitely find one!

Youth- A TIME in a LIFETIME!


Youth comes once in a life-time and never leaves our conscience completely. It is like a scar which leaves its indelible mark underneath our skin. It’s like a soil that relives every time it rains. Every time an individual makes a difference or does something outstanding, the scar appears fresh and the juvenile seems like a recent memory. It is not something we have control over, it sticks to us!

Whenever I tell my mother about our so-called “fun”, she always relates it to their time. Do you really think that people in the past were all very decent and innocent? It’s a hidden fact that every grandfather must have eyed a girl in a red dress who had her eyes messily outlined with eye liner and hair tied in a cross style bun with a jasmine bud on the higher corner of her ear. On the other hand, Grandfathers in KURTA PAJAMAs with hair parted and tightly pressed with oil so that not even one hair can change its place stands on roof top or climbs mango trees just to have a look at that girl!

For a moment, replace the whole scenario with today’s generation, nothing has changed except climbing trees and the mustard oil. Youth is as delightful now at it was then and it will always be. It is a period in which we either make our life or completely ruin it. It is that destination where we reach in a very short span of time, we reach to the edge of it and upon reaching the very edge we spread our wings and fly…!


Youth is a time when we answer many of our questions and leave many of our questions unanswered. It
is that period of life in which either everything feels too good or everything seems pathetic! There isn’t any moderate flow in youth. It is that point in life which we are easily deceived because it is too quick to hope, to expect and TO TRUST!

They say youth is best time to be rich and to be poor. It’s the period where we become completely hopeless because every day is like a drama that has an extremely dramatic ending. Words hurt, they do matter…In fact everything matters at this age.

Youth might be like “just a moment “when compared to the whole life but its impact is far beyond imagination because youth is a bubble in which we live having to unwillingly accept the unwanted changes that can burst you inside out if gone wrong.

Youth is that stage of life which can make Pakistan’s future. If we lead on the right path, it will prosper else the result will be completely opposite. Us youth can take it to ends where all we can find is success and respect. Quoting a quote “there is a fountain of youth; it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.”

I am old enough, Answer me!


I am an 18 year old girl and I am about to share an incident that happened to me when I was 5, it hurt me deeply and has disturbed me ever since. So, now I am trying to write what I felt at that time.

When I was 5, My parents always thought I am small and couldn’t understand them. Little did they know how everything would affect me. They always pretended that they loved each other more than anyone ever could, but they made arguments that even a 5year old child knew were useless and pathetic.. Once my father dropped us at our granny’s place after having fight with my mom and went back with my little brother. After a week of my mother’s endless tears, my patience gave in. I was disturbed and wanted to go back home. I was missing my dad and my younger brother. I didn’t know what was happening.  I used to ask mom time and again what  was the reason behind her tears,  reason to live at granny’s home .. but… in reply i got nothing but a hug!

Living in this modern world, I knew how to use cellphone, I picked mum’s cellphone and called the last dialed number. Luckily, my father picked it up. Far from my expectations, I heard those words which he himself forbade me to use. I couldn’t help but shout into the receiver , “Baba these are not good words, one should not use them” and in response he engaged the phone.My dad never behaved like this before. I was highly disappointed. My father never called me to say ” love you” the way he used to nor he wasn’t coming to pick us!

There was a certain issue regarding my little brother at granny’s place. I always tried to listen and understand but all my effort went in vain. Whenever i asked mom about him. She always cried. I stopped asking because i couldn’t see my mom crying. Thousands of questions were popping in my head. Why?Why we are here? What’s wrong with my brother? Why dad was rude? Why mom crying? last but not least who will answer me ?? I wanted answers!

One day, my mom made me get ready. She was badly crying. I felt very bad. I broke the silence and started to question. “Why mom? Why are u crying?” , I wiped her tears. When i got no response I asked “If I did something? Are you angry with me ” ,I told her, “I want to share your sorrows“, I begged her, “Talk to me momm!!! I know i am not old enough but i can’t see you crying like this. Mom please!!” I begged and begged! I wanted answers! I was dying inside! I could feel i was getting mentally weak..

My mother and granny took me in a building full of people. I asked mom where are we going? She said “Your brother wants to meet you“.. I felt as if someone has put life in me… But then …again..Why here?? I kept my mouth shut this time.

The building looked very dirty and so were the people. We went to area where there was grills like jail for separation . While we stood there I saw dad and my little brother coming. I screamed out of happiness. I shouted “DAD! DAD!“.My brother seemed excited too. I knew he must be missing me the way i was missing him!..BUT!… why these rods between us?? I asked mom to go that side but she rudely refused and ordered to stay there quietly.

I ignored and hugged my brother across dirty grill. My brother started to cry. I wiped his tears off and so he wiped mine. I never knew he love me so much! My dad hugged me but i could feel the unwillingness in that hug!

Questions were flooding in my mind! Why grill? Why dad doesn’t want my hug? why are we separate? Why mom and dad not even looking at each other? Why? Please some one tell me!

There were many people around who I think was having same feelings the way I was having. They were crying. I felt suffocated. I wanted to run! I wanted to get my life back! My school! My brother,our fights and most importantly Our smiles!

My brother gave me a chocolate. I shared it with him. Ignoring whatever was between us, we both held each other hands, smiled to each other. He made my day! Not my mom but at least I made my brother smile. I didn’t want to leave him nor did he but my dad rudely separated my hand from him and dragged my brother away. I was abashed! I had tears rolling out from my eyes but I controlled.

What happened right now?How can my father do this to me? Didn’t he ever loved me? My brother cried bitterly as he took him away. I could hear his cries even from a distance. He is a 3year old kid. Why dad is giving him such treatment?

At night, I hugged mom and again asked silently while wiping her tears, “Why is everything happening with us mom? Am i not good daughter ? Why dad doesn’t take us along? “.. Mom just said we won’t live together again. It gave me a jerk. But i hugged her and told her i am with her and will always be with her. Thanks for answering me. I will try to understand you.

I have now learnt how hard it is to endure silence without having my questions answered. My sorrows were dignified, i went through severe depression and in the end had nothing to offer anyone…or get in return.

So here’s a message to everyone out there. Talk to your kids, give them time…even when problems surround you and there seems to be no way out..involve them, make them aware that they are an essential part of your life and everything will be okay.

Maturity and Understanding is not dependent on age, It’s about surrounding! It’s surprising how adversely even a 5 old can be affected and that example is here.

To conclude, children put their trust in you for their well being and upbringing..hence live up to it..give them what they need. Answer them what they question as someone said:
“We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today!”