Sacrifice

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Sacrifice

She was thrilled to find a weak woman wearing a ragged clothing that was yet clean. Countless tales of suffering could be seen on his aged face. Her eyes were swollen with tears all the time. She was huddled in this busy area of the bazaar, clasping her hands and pleading for assistance, but she was unresponsive. Each person would shake it off and continue. His hands were still empty after having stood there for almost three hours. He let out a cold, shattered sigh after seeing this scene.

She gave the elderly woman a sympathetic gaze. She was a filthy, patched-up beggar with scarred legs, matted hair, torn ankles on her head, and a silver dent in her palm that was stuffed with coins and bills. In spite of the protests of the crowd, this dirty beggar would make such a painful sound that they would force him to reach into his pockets, whereupon he would quickly fill his bowl with money. After begging, some would depart, while some persons of colour would gaze at the young physique concealed by his light-colored clothing.

She was initially quite upset, but with time she grew accustomed to seeing filthy and lustful eyes. She wasn't a prostitute; she was a beggar. She cherished her honour dearly. Why did he experience something when he saw this elderly woman today? Uncontrollably, she started to walk toward where the elderly woman was sitting on the steps of a closed shop, tired. She was a picture of anguish and grief, lost in her own thoughts. She addressed the addressee incredulously, "Mom." There he was spotted clutching the hand of a beggar. His heart ached with grief.

"Be quick, Bibi. I apologise. I am unable to help you. Just a query from me. She was furious when she said this. The beggar was sitting at this woman's feet, helpless. "Mother. I'm not requesting anything from you. I'm curious as to why you were compelled to spread your hands outside the house's walls. Why are they here? Will you reach out to those who cannot see the need and suffering concealed in your aged eyes? Just why, mom?

At this point in my life, I have discovered myself. Her statements were so genuine and heartfelt that she started crying once more. That's it, she finally said after some time. As a destitute widow, the only people I have in my life are my two little, orphaned grandchildren. My lone kid also passed away in an accident. The daughter-in-law was married after being abducted by her relatives. I didn't get any good news from the kids once they were given to me. In order to sustain myself and these orphans, I started cleaning a room.

He also made a small error today. He was forced to endure humiliation and abdicate responsibility for his pay. I held out my hand in front of the crowd, assuming the kids would be hungry. But ah !!! My bad luck

She broke down in tears. This time, the beggar too began to cry after sensing her grief, joining her in her tears. He also added three thousand notes to his swing. "Being rejected by a mother is not begging. A daughter gave it to her mother as a present." The elderly woman proceeded to give him a hug after observing his selflessness with moist eyes. They both had smiles on their faces.