Generosity!

Title: "Generosity! 

It's Eid, and I don't want any poor person to miss out on celebrating this day. Whether fasting or not, all the poor have the right to share in our joys. I have brought 50 pairs of clothes; hang them on the charity wall and here's 20,000 rupees as Eidi for you. Go, celebrate Eid with your wife and children."

Today is Eid, and who knows how the poor are celebrating, or if they are celebrating at all. I should prepare 5,000 rupee bundles so that I can assist any child worker I come across on the way. They, too, deserve respect; I don't want to wound their self-esteem by just handing them money. They must also wish to celebrate this day with their loved ones. In the garden, selling papads, toys, and polishing shoes, the joy of playing like other children will resonate with them. Holding each other, running forward and backward, laughter will echo. Ah! I am getting late.

I have distributed bundles to all the children in Jinnah Garden. Even on this day, the destitute are working. No one is asking. Perhaps God has created this world to keep on going. Oh! What did I just say? (No one hears) He has made us, ordinary folks, a means. The government is also collecting taxes on time. I had heard Imam Mehdi would come; let's hope the world continues based on hope. But where is Khwaja Khizr? And those child worker organizations? Have they also disappeared? Or maybe they have laid a bed with Jinnah's picture on it and are sleeping. In the end, who will help these children? Tired from walking, they want to sleep, but they don't even have a soft bed like ours. Well, now I head towards the racecourse; there too, children must be selling things.

"Hello! The 'Patthar Lahore' has arrived. Wake up. Quickly give me two papads worth five rupees each and put in more masala. My children love spicy papads."

"Alright, sir!"

He felt as if someone had thrown him from the sky to the ground because, on Eid day, this child was dreaming of becoming rich and helping children like himself.