What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?
What’s the oldest thing we might have in our lives? Even if we’ve only been in this world for a few years, what would be our oldest possession? My mind wandered, but not for long.
Can you make a guess?
Want any clues?
But that’s easy to figure out— just search through your important documents, and you’ll find it. It might be too old, but don’t worry about its age — some people, even children, grow far older than their actual years in this world.
Now, got it?
Fine. That’s the fully registered and signed document that welcomes us as newcomers to this big, yet actually small world.
Our birth certificates!
This percious document, kept safe and sound, marks our existence as human beings. This precious document has our names, parents’ names, our gender, our birthplace, our country, and our birth date. It is the first step in our history, launching our journey through life while adding more to our resume.
Isn’t it a big shame that in the history of this “civilized” humanity, there have been people and children who have been deprived of having or keeping this simple, precious certificate because of injustice and savagery?
Can you believe there are children dying in this world without receiving this warm welcome into life? Without having this basic right to a birth certificate?
Are you still watching the news?
If so, be grateful—and remember that your birth certificate, just a paper-and- ink document, is a treasure; a dream for many innocent souls.
What’s the first thought that crossed your mind when you read the word “Camping”?
The fun times, family holidays, starry nights, games, laughter, and the warm campfire. Am I right?
Now, have you ever thought about the people living in the heart of this world who have no choice but to live in camps with very basic qualities and facilities? These are people who, not only face unimaginable hardships, but have been forced to move, perhaps every single day, just to escape death and live one more hour of life with what remains of their family.
There, in those heartbreaking camps, starry nights are full of danger, and days full of hard work. Children’s eyes are full of tears and fear. Mothers and fathers dig life with their nails, striving for their families’ survival. The old and the young alike give everything they have, to help, to survive, and to tell the world how their camps know no fun, no peace.
Why is the world so cruel? And don’t blame God. Those innocent people despite all their misery, never do, because that’s not God’s doing. When you believe that life is temporary, you’ll definitely understand that evil will never last– just like fire, which eating and destroying itself.
Isn’t it ironic that some believe Adam’s forgiveness guarantees his offsprings the same blessing, regardless of their deeds? But, Adam committed just one sin, yet he spent his whole entire life repenting, working hard, learning, and nurturing his pure soul. Adam’s hands had no blood, his heart felt no hatred, and his soul knew no greed.
I’m sorry to disturb your rosy memories of camping.
I only hope that you would at least pray for those who are suffering in other camps– camps that know no roses, no sweet dreams.
Pure and Simple 