THE STORY OF A KEBAB 🍴
A few days back while heading home I saw a new kebab stall opened near my house. Having lived in Cairo & Jeddah previously I'm pretty much a fan of Arab food. Their meals are simple and high in protein (lean meat, chickpeas, etc). Not surprisingly this kebab was the 'pasar malam' type - lotsa sauces (not healthy) but smells really good. So yes u guessed it - I bought them instantly LOL.
While buying I realized an old man was standing close by...looking at the meat being grilled. Dressed shabbily, turned out he was selling some baskets and products made from rattan about 1-2 metres away. He looked like he really wanted the kebab. I don't blame him...the smell was deliciously intoxicating. But he hesitated. Perhaps the RM4 per piece kebab was out of his budget. And no one seemed to be buying his rattan products.
I decided to buy the kebab for him, but I was also rushing to go home to shower since it was one of those super hazy days and I've to work again later that night. So I passed RM8 to the 2 young boys and told them "Bro, nanti tolong pack satu bagi kat pakcik tu ye, kesian dia" (Bro, help me pack one and pass it to the uncle, poor guy). The boy nodded and smiled. I really hoped I made the uncle happy. No one deserves to be hungry
THIS is the actual kebab I was talking about. Turned out it wasn't THAT delicious. But I guess it was worth the price.
And I'm not telling you this story because I wanted to prove to you that I'm good or anything. I'm sharing this with you because I think being charitable is infectious. It's bad enough that our country is in a financial crisis due to the actions of a few irresponsible ones who only do 'charity' amongst themselves . Let it start with US.
Let's help one another even in the smallest possible ways. Let's be the true Malaysians we are supposed to be. It can also start with us living harmoniously together.
SELAMAT HARI MALAYSIA 🇲🇾
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為什麼乞丐懷裡的孩子
都在睡覺?
附上連結的文章裡
寫的是一個記者
他因為看見路上被乞丐抱著的孩子
很反常的睡了一整天而覺得奇怪
通常在這樣年紀的孩子
會頻繁的起床 活動 吃飯 睡覺 接著又再次循環
但是這些孩子卻似乎聽不見街頭的吵鬧
也不被「母親」搖晃的身軀或乞討的動作所干擾
睡的令人覺得怪異
原來是被餵食了海洛因或是伏特加
但是根據我自己的採訪經驗和了解
他們根本負擔不起這樣「高檔」的毒品或酒精
很多時候根本就是強力膠、白膠還有私釀的酒
而這樣年幼的孩子
身體又如何能夠承受這樣強烈的衝擊
若能順利長大
也是患有酒癮、毒癮或是某些疾病
而上段特別把母親刮號起來
是因為她們很多根本就不是那孩子的母親
有的是偷抱別人的孩子
有的是借用別人的孩子
有的甚至是租借別人的孩子
「租借」?
這個詞看起來很不可思議
畢竟乞討的乞丐連遮風避雨的地方都沒有
怎麼有錢去跟別人租借孩子呢?
無論何方
對於擁有孩子的母親都有更多的憐憫之情
因此抱著孩子的女乞丐
總是能夠要到比較多的錢或是食物
因此孩子反而變成一種手段
我曾經聽朋友說過
她印度同事家中請了女傭來幫忙帶孩子
有一天提前回家
發現女傭急急忙忙的在幫她孩子擦臉
孩子全身都髒兮兮的
後來才發現原來她的女傭在她上班期間
都把孩子給「出租」出去
讓女乞丐抱著在街頭行乞
重點是
如果這個孩子被餵食不該吃的東西呢?
如果這個孩子在街頭發生什麼意外呢?
如果這個小孩後來被人蛇集團抓去賣掉呢?
我不敢再想
而這也是為什麼我不給他們錢
只給孩子們食物的原因
這只會鼓勵他們用這樣的方式來乞討更多的錢
滿足那些集團與黑道
接著又惡性循環的提供他們酒精與毒品
WHY IS THE CHILD IN HANDS OF THE BEGGARS ALWAYS SLEEPING??????????????
"Why is sleeping child in the hands of beggars? Have you ever wondered ... "
This article I read a few months ago. Who is the author of, I don't know.
Please read…..
""Near the metro station sits a woman of uncertain age.
Women’s hair
is confused and dirty, her head bowed in grief.
The woman sits on the dirty floor and next to her lies a bag. In that bag
people throw money. On the hands of a woman, asleep, is a two year old baby. He's in a dirty hat and dirty clothes.
“Madonna with baby” - numerous passers-by will donate money. The people of our kind- we always feel sorry for less fortunate. We are ready to give unfortunate people the last shirt, the last penny out of your pocket and never think another issue.
Helping, seems like. “Good job done”...
I walked past a beggar for a month. Did not give any money, as I knew that this is a gang operated scam and money collected by the beggar will be given to whoever controls beggars in the area. Those people own numerous luxury properties and cars.
Oh and beggar also gets something, of course “ A bottle of vodka in the evening and a döner kebab”.
A month later, walking past the beggars, as shock, it suddenly
hit me….
I'm staying at a busy crossing, stared at the baby, dressed as always- dirty track suit. I realized that it
seemed "wrong", finding a child in a dirty underground station from morning to evening.
The baby slept. Never sobbed or screamed, always asleep, burying his face in the knee of a woman who was his MUM.
Do any of you, dear readers, have children? Remember how often they
slept at the age of 1-2-3 years? Hour two, maximum three (not consecutive)
afternoon nap, and again – movement. For the whole month, every day of my
walking in the underground, I've never seen a child awake! I looked
at the tiny little man, with his face buried in the knee of his mother, then at the beggar, and my
suspicion was gradually formed.
– Why he sleeps all the time? I asked, staring at the baby.
The beggar pretended not to hear me. She lowered her eyes and
hid her face in the collar of her shabby jacket. I repeated the question. The woman again
looked up. She looked somewhere behind my back, tired with utter irritation. Her look was similar to the creatures from a different planet.
-F **k off ... her lips murmured.
-Why is he asleep?! I almost cried ...
Behind me someone put his hand on my shoulder. I looked back. A some old man was looking at me disapprovingly:
– What do you want from her? Can’t you see how hard she’s got it in her life… Eh …
He gets some coins from his pocket and throws them in the beggar’s bag.
Beggar made a hand wave of a cross, portraying the face of humility and universal
grief. The guy removed his hand from my shoulder and strolled out of the underground station.
I bet, at home, he will tell how he defended poor, distraught woman from a soulless man in a tube station.
Next day I called a friend. It was a funny man with eyes like olives Romanian nationality. He only managed to complete three and a half years of education. The complete lack of education does not prevent him from moving around the
City streets on very expensive foreign cars and live in a “small” house with countless number of windows and balconies. From my friend I managed to find out that this business, despite the apparent
spontaneity, clearly organized. Its supervised by begging organized crime rings. The children used are in "rent"
from families of alcoholics, or simply stolen.
I needed to get the answer to the question – why is the baby sleeping? And I received it. My friend Gypsy said the phrase, completely ordinary with calm voice that twisted me in shock, just like he was talking about weather report:
-They are on heroin, or vodka ...
I was dumbfounded. "Who is on heroin? Whom – under vodka?! "
He answered
-The Child, so he doesn’t scream. The women will be sitting whole day with him, imagine how he might get bored?
In order to make the baby slept the whole day, it pumped up with vodka or drugs. Of course, children's bodies are not able to cope with such a shock. And children often die. The most terrible thing – sometimes children die
during the "working day". And imaginary mother must hold another dead child on her hands until the evening. These are the rules. And the by passers-by will throw some money in the bag, and believe that they are moral. Helping
"mother alone" …
… The next day I was walking near the same underground station. I stocked up journalistic identity, and was ready for a serious conversation. But the conversation didn't work out. But turned out the following ...
A woman was sitting on the floor and in her hands she was holding a child. I asked her a question about the documents on the child, and, most importantly, where was yesterday's kid, which she simply ignored.
My questions were not ignored by passers-by. I was told that I was out of my mind screaming at poor beggar with a child. All in all, I was escorted out of the tube station in disgrace. One thing remained was to call the police. When police arrived, beggar with the baby disappeared. I stood with a full sense of - “I'm trying to fight windmills”.
When you see in the subway, on the street whether women with children,
begging, think before your hand climb for money. Think about that, if it wasn't for your hundreds of thousands of handouts, the business like this would have died. The business would die and not the children-inflated with vodka or
drugs. Do not look at the sleeping child with affection. See horror… Since you're reading this article, you know now- why the child is sleeping in beggars hands.
P.S.
If you copy this article on your wall or just click "Share", your friends will read it too.
And when you decide again to open your wallet to throw a coin to a beggar, remember that this
charity could cost another child's life."
Varun Malhotra
@luv_high_x
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