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it was a family night..we gathered like everytime
and we had dinner togethor on the candles' light.
mom , dad, brother and I.
but suddenly something un expected happened to us,
it changed our mood and the happy family night finished before time.
mom's saying "spinach and brocolli ,rice and meat"
i screamed "WHAT?!" with anxiety and fear.
she said "tonight we'll be eating healthy veggies"
i screamed"NO! HOW DARE YOU?!YOU KNOW THAT I WON'T"
she said "they're healthy and you should"
i said " NO,I SWEAR I WON'T!!"
Dad interfered " what's with you?!aren't you thankful for having this food?!"
i said" BUT,DAD!!! i don't like this kind of food!! but mom cooked it and she already knew"
my Dad said "and what if we want to eat this food?! shall we prevent it from entering our home?"
i claimed" NOO...who said anyone would do?! you can eat it..but make me another food"
Dad lost hope...and said " i hope you are happy for ruining your mom's mood!! instead of thanking her,you raise your voice and you are rude"
he continued "that's it..no dinner for you..!! now you go up immediately to your room"
i tried to control my temper and i went up to my room!!
but what did i do wrong?! i only refused that food!! and no out of the bloom!! it's because i don't like it and they knew!!!
i slammed the door behing me...and really felt angry..they grounded me for saying my opinion! screaming"THAT'S NOT FAIR!!!"
after that, i opened my window and started to breathe some fresh air..
i love the view from my bedrooom's window..it is really sweet!!
it was after midnight..the street was empty and really quiet..
i started to think and gaze..and imagine things like fairytales.
suddenly a poor man passed in my street. He was looking at the ground as if he lost something
suddenly he leaned down..and picked up a peace of bread! and i was like " what the hell?!"
the poor man ate that peace of bread ! i said "that stupid man.he doesn't know it might be poisonous and he might be dead?!"
after a while my mind kept on thinking and thinking...i imagined somethings that really afraid me...
those imaginations were just as if they were real..!!
i imagined that: i was walking in some streets,different roads with different themes,
strange people. individuals, families and thieves..
i saw kids and teens , different ages and different believes.
i walked by them scared and confused..!! what are those people doing? and why are they sitting on the floor?
i saw people with barefeet...walking on stones and their feet bleeds..
other's were barely with clothes, and other were covered by sheets..
it was a cold night,they were freezing..i know how it feels..
it started raining ,
i continued walking but stopped by the sound of a squeek
what was that?! it was the sound of the shivering of the teeth..!!!
i couldn't bare all of this..i wanted to run home as fast as i could . i was cold too..but i had a coat!
i felt sorry for those poor people..!! although i'm the one with the coat, i was freezing like never before..
i walked and walked and stopped at a street which was worse than that before
people were lying on the ground..sleeping here and sleeping there..
no beds or coushes or even chairs..!!
men and women , kids and teens!! lying there under the trees!!
they had no place to go..no where to sleep!! not even a shelter to live in and eat.
in the same street..i met a young guy ..and i spoke to him ,
i said" what are you people doing here? and how do you easily fall asleep?"
he said " this is our home..and we belong to here..you are a guest..so what are you doing here?"
i said " i'm not a guest!! i just walked by!! i saw you people lying there..and i wondered why"
he said "i guess you have a heart..i guess you can feel.we are homeless and this is where we sleep"
i said " i'm sorry i didn't want to be mean..i understand..now tell me how do you eat?"
he replied with sarcasm " HAHA!ask me when and what do you eat? do you expect me to say , rice and meat?"
i said "but how do you get your food?" he said " BY LUCK"
these words really hurt me..!! i asked him "what do you mean?" and he answered "trash,rotten food,things on the ground and sometimes leaves"
i told him "oh my God..!! tell me how do you get money?" he said "BY LUCK"
again i said " what do you mean" and he answered "begging in the streets.some give us cents..and some give us coins..and some ignore or hit us"
i said "oh poor little guy..i wonder what are your dreams!"
he said with a broken heart " i've never known how to dream. i don't even know what it means. but maybe as my mom said ,
we only have one dream.. to live sheltered and to eat. and this dream is supposed to be cheap..i don't ask for living in a palace
or eating meat..!! i just want to feel safe wherever i sleep!! who said i want the best career? i just want to earn whatever
will make me able to eat..!! i dont' want to wear the most amazing clothes or suits. me? i just want to cover my body and
don't' care how it looks..!! i don't want to be a scientist..i only want to learn. i don't need certificates, i need to succeed
but who listens? no one has the merciful ear..that listens to the pain and tries to understand the tears. these words are just a speech
it won't make me safely sleep or finally eat! I'M NOT ALIVE..I'M NOT LIKE YOU..I DON'T HAVE THE RIHT TO DREAM "
i had some money in my pockets!! and i had some food!! i gave them all to that poor guy and ran away with tears in my eyes,
pain in my heart , and fear!
suddenly there was a knock on my bedroom's door...and i woke up from that imaginative real scene!!
i was standing in my window crying really hard with sadness and grief
my Dad entered my room saying that he listened to me cry and weep . he saw my tears!!
before he said a word..i ran to him and hugged him...i said " i'm sorry..i know i must be..please forgive me"
i ran to my mom saying "thank you mom for that delicious food..!! i love you and i will eat ! "
my mom smiled and said " i know you don't like spinach and i've already made you pasta..but i had to do that because veggies are healthy"
i said " no mom..it is not the fact that they are healthy. it is the fact that we have something to eat . i won't eat the pasta..
i will eat the spinache and meat !! "
we sat again at the table and continued eating!! happily all togethor !!
and then i whispered " Thanks God..i have a place to sleep and food to eat"
what we should learn from this story is thanking God for what we have!
we should be thankful and grateful for God's blessings ..because we never go to bed hungry.
we know that at anytime we can open the fridge and eat..!! we have enough money to buy food !! we have beds and we can sleep!
we have clothes and we never freeze!! we are blessed and we should thank God!!
other's pray to have quarter of what we have!!
we can dream to be doctors,politicians,presidents,scientist and engineers.
while their dream is to eat and safely sleep!!
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