Take a moment to be thankful for our lives, our privileged lifestyles and our beautiful innocent children – we are lucky to be born in a privileged society – the refugees in crisis have not a shred to call their own. Their homes, their families, every ounce of security and comfort they had built over the years has been brutally ripped from them – and yet their optimism remains strong, it is not shattered. They are refugees, not beggars, not criminals – these people have been displaced from their homes, they had dreams and plans for their future that will not materialize if the current situation persists. These people are seeking refuge – open your eyes & heart to help them – if you can’t help them then say a prayer – but please don’t thrash them by questioning their motives or validity – it is demeaning – we must promote compassion.
Sharing a BLOG recently published by my most dearest friend Saneeya – struck a few chords..
I must preface this blog entry with a caveat: I am neither an activist nor a political person by any measure. The text contained within this post is meant solely to capture the multitude of emotions that I have experienced in a short span of time. It is not meant in any way as a comment or interpretation of the politics or policies of any nation.
I am fortunate to work in a job which I not only love, but also one for which I travel around the world. I am currently in Budapest, Hungary. Although the past week has been spent attending various sessions and meetings for work, this weekendI have had the privilege of being able to volunteer for a whileat the Keleti train station before catching my flight back home.
Having grown up in countries that are oft touched by violence and bloodshed, although upset by the…
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