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I live in a flat and always dreamed of living in a big villa with beautiful lush green lawns on both front and back sides of the villa and the entrance gate welcomed by red and rust flowers. One day while I enjoyed my walk and the cold chilled breeze accompanied me, I was wrapped with my overcoat and a muffler around my neck and suddenly I noticed a young girl sitting on the side of the footpath, trying to cover herself from the cold wind with a small thin blanket. After an initial glance I looked at her again wondering how she would have survived in the cold weather. I saw that her eyes were blank and there was no smile, no hope, nor a spark of little happiness. Her blank eyes and dry lips told me that she had no home and no family. The footpath was her home with the open wide sky as her roof which was crude enough at times to shower her with thunder and rain, sometimes with the flakes of snow and at times bless her with the warmth and glare of the generous sun. I came home with a heavy heart that day, sat down on the sofa and put the TV on to see a special programme on air for the victims of the earth quake where many small children, women and old people had lost their homes. I got tears in my eyes, and thought about the people of Palestine, Bosnia and many many other homeless human beings who had lost their own homes due to the cruelty life has shown them.

I felt so restless and at the same time ashamed of my desire to have a bigger villa which I had always dreamed of. I thanked my God for my sweet little home and my heart was full of prayers for all the homeless people of this world. MAY GOD GIVE THEM A PROPER SHELTER TO LIVE A LIFE. AMEN

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