Faces of Love

I was walking into Melbourne Central when a guy at one of the booth there approaching me. I am usually trying hard to ignore salesman. I had several bad experiences. All just because I don't know how to say no and I was end up spending so much for insignificant things for my life (e.g. a $40 nail file). However, it was different this time. I was attracted as I saw few photos of kids on a board there. It's a World Vision booth and the photos are the faces of unlucky kids from all over the world.. from India, Africa, Cambodia, Pakistan.. Looking at each of these photos, suddenly I feel love, I love all of them and I wish I can hug each of them. I want to give them the same hug as my father or mother gives me. One of them has the same name as my father.. "Amir". "Amir" is a common name for Muslims. It means the leader and my father definitely is a great leader to his family. I hope the small Amir will be a leader too one day.

He gave me a card for me to write a Christmas wish to the kids. I don't know what to write. He asked me if I want to sponsor any of the kids. I was not sure. I have to make sure I have enough money for myself first. So I just decided to give some money to them.

Before I left, I told the guy. he is doing a great job and he smile. I don't care if he got a salary for that, it is still a beautiful job. It's much better than mine.. than most people out there.

After that, we went for shopping. I myself get me some clothes to add into my overloaded wardrobe and books. At the shopping mall, a friend was talking about an expensive La Senza..A friend was talking about the branded and expensive watch.. expensive handbags, I was talking about another laptop while I already have 3 at home. Another friend was talking about getting a new Iphone 4S..

My mind suddenly back to yesterday. I ate vege wrapped last evening and I didn't like it, then went back home. I have a little rice with dhal but I didn't feel satisfied.. then I just cooked a pack of my favorite instant noodle.. but what actually these kids had for dinner yesterday.. can they choose food like I always do?
Do they have some of the books that your mother bought you when you were small? Do their mothers know or have time to read a story book about Cinderella for them before they go to sleep? How selfish we are, talking about the expensive things we have when some others are struggling to live? Don't we feel embarrass about our own attitude?

Did you ask yourself the same questions like I did?

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