about this time every year, i write some thoughts on ramadhan to reflect on the holy month. there were some years when my postings were happy. and sometimes, they were angry. like last year’s post. that was a lot of angst. or the one two years ago.
but this one takes the cake, man. god help me.
there is someone on my mind whose name i am trying not to blurt out, but if you could only see me now, his name is right at the tip of my tongue. no, i can’t say who he is and if you actually know who i am talking about, you would understand. but really, who he is is not important.
what is important is this: taking money meant for orphans is wrong. no matter how you cut it. saying that you deserve it more is the lamest and most selfish reason i have ever heard. there is a place in hell for people like you. you are stealing from charity bowls and you may not realise it now, but it will haunt you for the rest of your life.
no amount of power justifies you taking money from children who have no family, and have nothing at all in the world, save the kindness of strangers. and you say that there will be plenty more from where the money came from. people are generally more generous since its ramadhan and all.
but every sen that you consume from the money meant for orphans will burn you. every morsel will lodge itself in your heart and mind, and there, it will burn. forever.
i have been advised not to say who this is. but i need to get this off my chest. it is ramadhan and i really don’t need bad thoughts like this in the way of my fasting. i should not wish jahanam onto others but i really cannot express just how angry i am.
i have travelled around the world and there is no country where i don’t see the cripple crying by the side of the street, or the child who does not have a home to go back to at night. and here, in my country, i see the generosity of others enter the pockets of bullies like you.
bullies like you.