I Volunteer – Working for an NGO

July 20, 2013 - 1 minute read
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There came a day when I practically had to visit those misery-stricken places. I was excited. But, within a spur of moment, that all vanished, glancing the van eyes of illiterates, speaking just nothing of, too Sisyphean too lasting.

Peeking through the window, I used to wonder about dozens of ambitions I coveted for. The dreams that, consequently, would satisfy my own self-esteem, my own desires, my needs, my wants. One of those prestigious dreams, however, was social work.

I started working on the dream as soon as I got the chance. A friend referred me to a fine NGO that attracted my attention by its brilliant projects concerning social work.

There came the day when I practically had to visit those misery-stricken places. I was excited. But, within a spur of moment, that all vanished, glancing the van eyes of illiterates, speaking just nothing of, too Sisyphean too lasting. The widows sitting in the dark corners of hope in the chiaroscuro of cold sympathy. Not them, but I was left, alone in the utopia.

In the end, I realized, it wasn’t me but them who mattered. It were their smiles that counted rather my satisfaction. Momentarily perhaps, but the happiness brought to them by a mere attempt became worth millions.

Submitted by: Asra Ahmed

 

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