Where does charity go?

Dear Brothers and Sisters of Democratic Nations,

Today we all happily live in our humble, yet comfortable adobes and proudly enjoy the love of our family and friends. We all have access to basic amenities of life and we make the most out of it. Our children very proudly march to the national anthem in their respective educational institutions. Long Live our countries and Long Live our children. May God always be merciful on us and keep on blessing us with his gift of love.

We all are not just decent but also great human beings. We take care of our youngers and elders equally. We lead a happy and blissful life. We also make sure that we contribute towards the good of society and most of us enthusiastically participate in social and charitable events.

I wanted to wish all of you a very happy and blissful life ahead. May we all flourish equally.

Despite of our good nature most of us are either oblivious to the injustice towards the poor, needy, oppressed, minority, women and kids or choose not to engage in such depressing conversations. I am completely with you in your point of view because I used to cultivate similar thoughts.

We are a part of a capitalist society where the principle of existence is based on making money. We need to be at par with the changes of times, if we wish to lead happy lives. I understand your need to become rich and I would not demean it by labelling you greedy. We all have our dear ones to feed and clothe. We need to extravagantly marry our sisters and daughters to socially display our love towards them. Even as cavemen we had the desire to own homes and what’s wrong to own a fancy, comfortable roof. In the end, we all want better lives for ourselves and our families.

 We celebrate festivals, birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, even death at times. We make sure we proudly donate to our corporate endorsed 13 charitable organizations who very proudly claim to be helping animals, children, people and literacy. We also donate billions of dollars annually to religious institutions. Even your little one’s never shy away from leaving $1 in the charity boxes outside temples, mosques, and churches. All this money comes out from your banks debited by the goodness inside your hearts.

Today I just wanted to ask a question.

Where does all this money go?

AS far as I remember the poor were poor and the needy were needy and the oppressed were oppressed and the women were victims and the children were abandoned, when I was 7 years old. I used to cry a lot seeing them suffer. I am 27 years old now. It’s been 20 years watching people suffer and trillions of dollars donated to end their sufferings. Surprisingly they still suffer and oddly I still cry, each morning, every afternoon, evenings and before I attempt a failed sleep.

It’s beyond my reasoning to understand this degree of failure of these so called charitable and religious institutions.

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Due to our revolutionary unbiased take on social issues funding has started pouring in from across the globe.

As much delighted we were because of such overwhelming support, initially, our spirits were crushed when we realized that these funding are either religiously or politically motivated. As much as we want to help people, we cannot indulge in blood money. Religions breed hatred and kill people. Governments thrive on fear and enslave people.

We the people demand free the people.

If any of you good souls wish to stop contributing to the failed charitable and religious institutions, we would happily engage in your small contribution. Any little support towards this bigger cause would be highly appreciated.

We want to change the world and we want to make it a better place, for our children. But Rome wasn’t built in a day and Alexander the great had a fleet. We are powerless without your support. We would encourage you to contact us with selfless funding assistance. In return, we would show you how powerful is a smile of a needy and how fake is the society endorsed by those who are greedy. Hope for your assistance.

Have a great day and may your children have a better tomorrow.

nishantnishit@outlook.com

Fatal Faith

I see you,

as you storm into my court yard

blood in your eyes

sweat on your forehead

an expression of rage

the hatred that you exude

cannot be explained in words

I know why you’ve come

I know your intent

but what I do not understand

& I cannot comprehend is the reason for your outrage

the rationale behind your contempt

you fold your hands in prayer

I bend upon the floor

you seek your God in idols

I seek mine through his word

but don’t we both pray for the same kind of things

don’t we have the same needs?

Pray, tell me

have you not wanted blessings for your family?

never desired the well – being of your loved ones?

never hoped of a better world? a better future?

you have, haven’t you?

So have I

Then why do you not let me be?

why do I not let you be?

You say I offend you

with my manners that clash with yours

But how am I responsible for the life God chose for me?

It was he who sent me where he did

It was he who sent you where you are

It was he who destined us both to worship him in different ways

& call him by different names

Isn’t it possible we both worship the same entity?

what if he created differences intentionally

for the sake of diversity

after all, we seek different things in life too

we prefer change than monotony

& if we are made in his image,

as we both so believe

the odds of this being a possibility stand high

I know there’s no time for arguments

your blood-lust is riding high

you’ve entered my home to begin your killing spree

as you pull my sister by her hair & drag her to her humiliation

as you disrobe my aging mother

as you fondle my innocent daughter

as you set my brother alight

as you rob me of my belongings

& as you force me to witness the end of my world

kill me too

show me no mercy

but just tell me this,

does my mother not look like yours?

does my sister not remind you of your own?

does my daughter not spark any paternal instinct?

does my brother not resemble yours?

Do I not look like you?

Bleed like you?

Feel the same amount of pain?

It could be you, tomorrow, you know

considering how easy it is to mislead men of any faith

& turn them to butchers

I cannot help but think

Will you wonder in your final moments

Was I not You?

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