Children of the World, The
by: Atira Hatton, Angels and Miracles...
On my latest trip to Egypt something happened that I would like to share with you. This incident is based on my belief that the children of the world are mine and yours.
One morning as I walked to the souk (street where vendors sell things in small shops) I saw a little street person. She was only 4 or 5 years old.
This tiny child was picking up old, half-eaten bread from the dirty street and eating it.
She was not asking people for money, she was foraging for food. When I saw this, I knew I had to do something.
I went over and, in my best half-Arabic and half-English, I tried to speak with her.
The dirty little street child looked up with beautiful brown eyes and stared at me.
She stepped back, frightened, so I took her small hand in mine and walked along the shops asking in Arabic, "Do you speak English?" until I found a man who said, "Yes, why?"
I asked the man to tell the little girl that if she would follow me to the nearest food cart, I would buy her food. He asked me why I would do such a thing for a beggar.
I told him that she had not begged me for anything and she was eating off the street.
He told the little girl what I had said. Then I asked him, "How much should it cost me for the pocket bread with beans in it?" he smiled and explained two pounds, or about 50 cents.
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Love Always
mudra