A Tale of Tears
By Talha Masaood
Splash! Echoed the death of a silent tear. Unheard, by all, and felt, by a few, it resounded with such a crash in the heavens, that they were shaken to the loftiest of their heights. All the angels gathered together, to see what was happening in the realms of men? What is it, which has the power, to have shaken, even the greatest of the heavens? What they beheld dear reader, was the agony of purest love, mingled with the feeble efforts of a shattering innocence, to cling on to its dear life.
Her anguish, silently rolling down her cheeks, she watched the tiny, struggling hands, as the soul, she most recently rose within her, was striving to break free from the chains of death. But all efforts were in vain, for both, the worthy mother, and her noble child were shackled to those 2 demons, hunger, and poverty. Born out of ignorance and destitute, the two fiends consume all those they prey upon. And all the angels wept for the crowned mother and her deceased Prince, and for the idleness of those, who have the power to vanquish such miseries: but do not do so, merely because they are occupied by the affairs of their daily lives, or perhaps they are unaware of such irreplaceable losses.
Dear friends, it is indeed a tale of tears, which is written by deaths of such newborns and their mothers every year. Every year, 400,000 flowers of such innocence, and those worthy women, who are endowed with the divine nobility of motherhood, wither away, even before they have had a chance to breathe in the beauty of each other’s existence. In our own beloved country, Pakistan, 400,000 souls lose the warmth of their lives; to causes that can be prevented, to curable diseases such as pneumonia and diarrhea. About 175,000 of these, is a calamity caused by malnutrition. Is it then, not a duty of ours, who are blessed with the knowledge as well as the means, to lend a helping hand to such mothers and their children? Would it not be a worthwhile enterprise undertaken, to be the cause of a seedling to bloom into a flower of a child’s innocence? Would it not, dear reader, be a heavenly gratification to be the sole of a mother’s survival, and all her smiles; as she beholds the wonders of her child’s tender age to blossom into the vigor of youth and adolescence?, indeed, what an honor would it be, to be the fountain of a life, or lives, to water the happiness of all the joys and pleasures of more than 1 lives! For more than a 90% of this loss can be guarded against; by you, and I, by all of us together.
However, a voice, scattered into many voices, and a passion, discolored by lack of focus, and a unifying platform, does not yield the results, originally conceived. It is to this end, that human development foundation (HDF) has launched a campaign (Umeed Say Aagay, to create a crescendo of all our voices and passions, in a focused and a well-directed movement. It essentially revolves around, educating masses about the hazards of malnutrition in childbearing mothers and their newborns, its prevention by focusing on natural nourishment, training all those admirable individuals who take a part in the child’s birth and nursing, and caretaking of the mother; and above all, it aims at mobilizing government authorities for implementation of already existing policies and to create new ones.
In essence, dear reader, Umeed Say Aagay presents us with an opportunity to become a part of this tale of tears, to play our individual roles under a unified ambition of writing an end to its sorrow and sufferings, and to discover the nobility of our natures by becoming the life and soul of 400,000 mothers and their children. So the choice rests in your hands and in yours alone.
May He, The Most Merciful guide us all in all our endeavours, forgive our idleness, and accept our efforts of making amends; and may He, The Most Loving raise the ranks of all the deceased mother’s, and unite them with their children in the everlasting bliss of His eternal Garden’s, Amen.