I saw them in the valley of Koh-Marrie. They caught my attention due to innocent eyes and running nose. They had worn a lot of sweaters that looked old and cheap. Their cheeks had the red specks and freckles common on the faces of the inhabitants of that area. I felt drawn towards them. They had rod baskets in their hands and were asking people for something. They wandered in the streets eyeing everyone with hope.
I felt the pain on seeing poor kids, and my heart wished, please it must not be a child. I illusioned them going school in clean and pressed uniforms. I saw them eating in restaurants and fantasized them having carefree early years. I felt them roaming and visiting the amazing places. I desired them to be free from the tension of earning bread.
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Their voices nudged me. I attended them and felt their eyes pleading. Both of them said together, “Just one egg please.”
I smiled and said, “Who are you and what do you want.”
They replied, “We live down in the tent houses; please buy two eggs so we may take food for our mother and siblings and us.”
I said, “what do you father do?
They said, “We don’t have a father.”
I tried to hand them the note, but they insisted, buy one egg, please.
I said, “Why don’t you eat these eggs as you are hungry?”
They said, “Mother had restricted us from eating them. She takes pledge every morning.”
I said to one of them, “Ok give me two.”
The other one voiced, “Take from me as well.”
I said, “Aren’t you two connected with each other?”
He said, “Yes, we are brothers but then if he earns more then he will be today’s hero in the house, and I also want to be mother’s hero.”
I felt shaken and bought two eggs, one from each. I handed them the money and then gave up the same eggs to them to eat.
They eyed me delightfully. They kept their baskets on the road and set to peel the eggs. Their smile and pleasure seemed indiscernible. Their eyes flickered, and it seemed they had almost everything. I asked them, “Do you go to school?”
With a mouthful of eggs; they replied, “Yes we do.”
I saw them eating and though just two eggs and this much joy.
I thought for being happy it’s not necessary to have a lot of luxuries. The World is created this way, some are rich, and some are poor, yet happiness is not 
contingent on being poor or wealthy. It can come from just two eggs.
Loved it ♡
You get a lot of respect from me for writing these helpful aretslic.
v v nice mashAllah… So much to b thnkful for n v r so unthankful
That really catuerps the spirit of it. Thanks for posting.
Just a simple idea and yet so influencing ❤
AFAIC thta’s the best answer so far!
Very influential indeed Masha Allah. Loved it
This forum needed shiankg up and you’ve just done that. Great post!
Quiet an impressive one 🙂
Such a sweet story!!!!
Lovely and evocative.
Absolutely first rate and codbpr-pottomee, gentlemen!
Thanks for sharing, this is a very sad post yet so truthful thanks for writing it
I want to send you an award for most helpful inrneett writer.
Touched my heart! And the way u ended how true! We can be happy on just two eggs id we would like
Thanks for commenting. Stay connected!
I secrahed a bunch of sites and this was the best.
That’s a creative answer to a diuffcilt question
Masha Allah, keep it up.
Sure, happiness comes from the simplest things. And from many pleasures that we take for granted. May we be among the thankful and truly rich (contented) ones.
Yes Amina, you are right. Thanks for commenting. Stay connected!
This is what we need – an insight to make evryeone think
Fiindng this post. It’s just a big piece of luck for me.
Such a touching story. I can’t even imagine being in their shoes. May Allah (swt) make it easy for them.
So sad and touching at the same time… We tend to forget important things in life and most of all appreciate. These boys deserve better. You’re an angel sis.
Thanks Farah for stopping and reading. I am obliged.
Awwww it’s so true… we don’t realise how with our smallest blessings, someone else in the world would be immensely grateful for.
That kind of thknniig shows you’re an expert