COLD NIGHTS OF POVERTY

In the city on whose streets you can walk all day, there are sounds of movement, commotion, sounds of vehicles and the sound of footsteps of passers-by. I don't know why those sounds stop, as if there is no one living in this city. I was moving towards my destination (home), thinking that night was a cold winter. I was also feeling very cold. The only thought in my mind was to reach home as soon as possible and get some warm food and bed. Pay attention ! ..... Suddenly, my eyes fell on a person who was sleeping on the footpath on such a cold night without any roof or warm clothes. I thought in my heart that he might be a drug addict, then I thought that he might be a traveler or someone poor. Well, I thought it was better to help them as much as I could. I addressed them and gave another voice. Sir, why are you staying here on such a cold night? If you don't mind, stay in my poor house tonight. After repeating two or three times, he turned towards me. The body was stiff and the voice was shaky. A white-haired old man, his face was not clear due to the low light of the street light, but he looked like a saint. They said, "I am a poor traveler and needy." I asked if you don't have a home and what are you doing here on this cold night?  He again smiled for a while and said in his quivering voice, "When the concern is instilled in people that it is the responsibility of the ruler to help the needy, the poor and the orphans, as if expressing disgust, society will retreat instead of rising." become victims because nowadays we are neglecting to pay the rights of the servants" I was picking all their words with great satisfaction and peace of mind, as if I were picking out all their words one by one like the seeds of birds, as if I was stunned by hearing such wise talk and thinking that these elders were not ordinary personalities. I addressed him again and asked him what is your name and what is your religion? He smiled again and said: My name is (Abdullah means the servant of Allah) and my religion is humanity. They inquired about my well-being, then they said that the other name of Feelings  is humanity. For a long time, it was not appropriate to talk more on this cold night. I once again expressed my desire to go with them, so they said, I am very happy to meet you. I am happy, now you should go to your destination. It is cold and the night is late. I took permission from them and went a few steps towards my destination.I thought about visiting him once again, but I did not see that elder again. I was lost in these thoughts when my friend Ashraf called out from the bike, Hey Iqbal, it's such a cold night, you come here, we are going home on my bike together, and then both of them got engrossed in conversation. I don't know how many poor, orphans and poor people are living without a roof with their small children in this cold night of poverty. If the poor, the poor, the orphan, the traveler seek help on this cold night, help them generously and remember that the rights of the servants are obligatory and it is the Sunnah of the Prophets. Money given anonymously is very popular in the presence of God.