My heart ached after watching the video below. My eyes filled with tears and I felt helpless to do anything being so far away from the country I was brought up in. My heart and soul went out to these beautiful beings whose lives were destroyed by the people who were entrusted to take care of them. They were abused on so many different levels. I fail to comprehend how they could do such a crime… a crime against humanity. They pride themselves with prayer and yet they know nothing of their religion. If they had only read the Quran or the Bible, they would understand that it is our duty to take care of the poor and the orphaned children. I fail to fathom how people could hurt others who are already in pain for not having a mother, a father, a sibling… a family.
I am so saddened at the moment that I just want to write my feelings down without looking back at what I wrote. I do not care what I wrote… I feel helpless… hopeless… why hopeless? you might ask… because I believed that people had goodness in them no matter whether they committed a crime or an atrocity… I felt that even the murderers behind bars have a sliver of white goodness in them… Goodness that would blossom and grow if they were given a chance. But I can see now, that I might have been wrong… How could they look into the eyes of innocent children and abuse them sexually, physically mentally and emotionally. HOW? Didn’t they know that they are shaping these kids for the future?
How can they leave them to fend for themselves and find their way when they were not given the skills to do so? How can they find a job or a place to stay if they were not provided with the necessary support?
When I was 18, I worked at an orphanage to help the little ones with their homework but especially with their English. It was part of the CAS (Creativity, Arts and Service) program for the International Baccalaureate (IB) Diploma. I had such a connection with those kids… They were adorable and so polite… They just wanted a helping hand, a hug and a smiling face. It never once occurred to me that they could be abused in such a way that would cripple them and lead them to contemplate committing suicide.
I think the reason why I was oblivious was because I remember watching my parents clean and iron a suit, shirt and tie once and placing it in a plastic cover before hanging it on a door knob. I asked them who was the suit for and they explained to me that this young man was graduating from university…. “Really? Who is he?” I asked…He turned out to be an orphan they were supporting and paying for his university education. That was a long time ago … in the 80s. So what is happening now? Why isn’t this continuing? Are people not supporting orphans after 18 years of age? Why? Why are things changing? Why are people becoming only involved in their lives and turning a blind eye to the situation out there?
Despite my sorrow, I am so glad that there are people there who are actually taking a risk to spread the word… people who are trying to help out and bring awareness to the public and the government about what goes on in their own society. I so hope something good will come out of this fight. There are many projects to protect women and children now and I believe that another issue should be set on the table and that is the right of these wonderful orphaned beings.