I met one young boy on the street, crying. I drew closer to him, and asked what was wrong with him. He sobbed and said:
"I walk up and down on this street, daily. I have nothing to eat and nothing to put on my feet. I have nowhere to sleep. Here is my sleeping place. I have no one to take me to school. I have no one to feed me. I have no caretaker. I am an orphan. I have no family. Sir, please, I have no hope."
I looked at him. He was famished. At that point, there was nothing I could do: so I gave him the money I had on me, and then told him to take care. But as I left him to go, I prayed in my heart for him:
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