My heart breaks whenever I see a homeless person. The homeless are people, just like us. Unfortunately they often fall victims to racism or sexual exploitation because of their poverty, making their life hell. The homeless do not just consist of adult males; women and children have found themselves in this awful situation for several generations.
The homeless find it much harder than everyone else to access education and healthcare.
Every time everyone else takes part in family or religious festivals during winter, under dim lights and a quiet atmosphere, I think of those lonely people and feel sorry for them. They hum to themselves and remember the good times in their past.
They deserve our sympathy because they have no place in society. Circumstances do not allow them to stay in one place. At the same time, they are humiliated and make headline news every day. Their daily life is a challenge.
Some live outside the cities and send family members into town to work. When the workers return at night after dark, the sorrowful eyes of the rest of the family are there to greet them.
These people are oppressed and we must show them love. The state ought to take care of them and improve their lives so that they can live under better circumstances, somewhere permanent, where they can work for themselves and for their country.
It would be unfair of me not to mention the organisations and institutions that continue to help the homeless. I personally feel very proud to have had the opportunity to get to know them and work with them, offering the homeless either financial help or clothing, depending on my ability.
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