The Charity by wrapping with dignity goes to 'The Aangan School'

Lemme tell you why I have got thought to give my half salary to the needy person even I earned not much.

My mother and father both are orphan since the childhood and they faced tough time which I can't express. One day, my mother asked me to give some charity to an orphan by telling one of her incidents. She told me when she and her siblings weren't in the best condition then her one of the neighborhood Aunts come into her house and said to the grandmother that she got the first salary of her elder son and my son asked me to give the whole salary to the beloved Aunti (means my grandmother) because she must be needed that money much more than us. My grandmother refused to take at first time but after insisting that Aunt she kept that money for paying school fee to the kids.

My Mother knows the pain of being an Orphan very well that's why she taught me well and asked me to give some charity to orphans then I decided the same. And, I started to search for deserved person around me.

I decided to give my half of the salary to the needy one but I couldn't able to find the person who deserved it. I've seen many street beggars near to my way but my heart wasn't agreed for that. So, I decided to find through the FB where numbers of helping pages shared various stories of needy people. One day, I scrolled down my timeline and in that time I got an image where a 10 years old girl standing with cart [ see the below image ]. I've quoted her words below:

I have been selling corn cobs for four years with my father. We are seven siblings - two sisters and five brothers. I have an older sister, and all my brothers are younger than me. My father has paralysis so I help him out after school. I study in the fifth grade at a government school in Saidpur village. We also live in the same village on rent which is Rs. 8,000.

My father came to Islamabad 40 years ago from Mardan. He was a wood cutter before he suffered a paralysis attack. Since his mobility was restricted, he started selling corn cobs which he has been doing for the last 20 years.

I join my father at his cart in the afternoon and stay with him for three to four hours. After work I go for tuition and by the time I come back home, I am totally drained.

But then life is never smooth. We have to support each other. That’s what family is all about. My father is working for us even though his health does not permit him to.

We earn around Rs.300-Rs.400 per day which is not enough to meet our needs. All of my siblings go to school, but then we don’t have any other choice. That’s all my father can do, and my brothers are not old enough to work either.

I want to study but under the present circumstances, I don’t think I will be able to do so. My father has too many mouths to feed.”