So far, the basis and expression of the beautifying civilization must have been on material things. Human relationships and behavior continue to be based on authority and the use of force. Behaviors are abstract and do not manifest in the air. Relationships are expressed in the form of different attitudes, actions, language, movements and exchanges of things. In governing societies, attitudes seek to belittle others through attitudes. In the same way, things become the basic criterion for being low or high.
In such an artificial system, there are human beings around a human being, but there is no human emotion and warmth in relation to them. It's all artificial and unnatural, and when it gets a little weak, that's what eats it up. Thus the desire for abundance actually leads to his disgusting life and eventually suicide.
On the other hand, in the same system, the poor are used as raw materials. If the poor are to be recognized as human beings, they must be given opportunities to develop their talents. It is also possible that the clear manifestation of human recognition of the poor will lead to self-awareness and empowerment of the poor and they will start demanding the necessary incentives to enhance their abilities. But to date, the two cases have not been clearly expressed, thanks to which the poor themselves are pistachios, but the story of their infants is as follows:
Priceless clothes, not the right to higher education, just when I was born wrapped in old rags. There is no happiness before I am born. There was no sweater, no hat, no socks, nothing. It was only the weak mother who kept me warm and alive, she saved me. It is also a fact that I was born in a government hospital while many other children like me are often born in the gates or corridors of a government hospital, sometimes due to untimely admission and sometimes late arrival at the hospital, but Most of the time at home, at the hands of untrained midwives, and even worse, the helpless mother is forced to give birth to me on the street.
I am a child of the poor, 35% of the country's population. I have many forms. I am both a girl and a boy, a slum dweller. I am also a street child who has never seen the shape of a school. My helpless mother washes the dishes for my upbringing, cleans the clothes, sweeps, honors in this ruthless society.
Called a servant. My father lifts weights, cleans dishes in hotels, suffers thousands of blows under thousands of wishes, then both shed tears of helplessness. It's not tears, it's blood dripping that people rarely see:
Sometimes I sell coffee, sometimes I clean car tires, sometimes I wash dishes, my mother, sister is given the gift of filthy abuse for small things, torn old clothes, shoes are my identity.
I am also a domestic worker. The little one who works in the workshop and the tea house, the one who works and the one who works in the house. I am also a street child living on the streets. I am also a child victim of sexual abuse. I am also guilty of having children of the poor. I am also a bad boy. I am also a begging girl, I am also a car cleaner. I am the son or daughter of poor lower, middle class or poor families.
My life also wants something, to live, to be happy, to acquire knowledge and to move forward. Life is a blessing. There is a period between existence and non-existence in which every human being wants to see a scene with beauties like lush green trees, fragrant flowers, cool water, comfortable sunshine and rain showers, except for the children of the rich. Look at our faces. In the period between our being and not being, there is only pain, sorrow and suffering, anxiety, stumbling, ridicule, abuse, feeling of inferiority, invasion of hunger and poverty, helplessness despite being intelligent, unfulfilled dreams. I worry about working on a happy day, even the dogs of the rich drink milk, and I pick and eat from the street.
The pain stings like splinters in the eyes. It rustles in the blood and causes itching on the body. But how are we alive? It's a miracle, I'm not even sure we won't go to bed hungry tomorrow. If we are sick, we will have the necessary medical treatment. We will get a good education.We will have a roof over our heads. Most importantly, our lives, dignity and mental health will be protected and our job is just to try, be happy and move on.
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