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Hunchback of Masjid Mohabbat Khan

So taking a stroll near Masjid Mohabbat Khan; I saw this wretched, derelict hideously deformed man with a hump on his back, who was using his hands in attempt to move, as his legs seemed incapable of bearing his weight. "Allah k nam per de do!" this voice rose after every second, and his urn would clang with the money dropped by people passing by and those entering or leaving the mosque.

So I stood on a side to see how it goes on for the "Hunchback of Mohabbat khan". Soon his urn was filled with money, which he deftly, emptied in a sack lying next to him and resumed his begging routine "Allah k nam per de do!" till the end of the day. 

As the lingering light of the day was obliterated by the rapid falling night, transforming the sky into vast expanse of jet black that engulfed the town, This "Hunchback of Mohabbat Khan" started wrapping up his goods and chattels, and started dragging himself with his hands to a new destination, unaware of being watched. 

Soon he reached a dark nook of the city where there was a group of vagabonds and scums, gathered from different corners of the city to discuss their earnings of the day. I was agaped when each one of them emptied their sacks. In no time, there was a heap of coins and currency in front of my eyes, which that group of vagabonds started to sort and count. I was flummoxed and speechless. 

That "Hunchback of Mohabbat Khan" as I have named him, reminded me of the pitiful and miserable Quasimodo: The hunchback of Notre Dame; who had spent his life in the cathedral just because of the rejection and abomination of society. Quasimodo who was dejected for his hideous looks and taken as an evil, had he been in Pakistan, he would have earned a handsome living lifestyle even for his generations. His looks would have made him rich in no time. 

Sitting in front of a mosque with an appearance like this, would have made him a millionaire. The heap of money that these vagabonds had in front of them just in one day, could have given a luxurious lifestyle to Quasimodo, all hails to the Pakistanis for being the most charitable nations and yet filling the pockets of those who now have made it a profession. 

This Hunchback of Mohabbat Khan and other groups of people like this have now opted begging as a profession, which has deprived the deserving people of this community. Those who actually deserve to receive this charity,  who out of shame and ignominy don't supinate in front of people, who don't sit in front of mosques in the disguise of a "kubra" beseeching "Allah k nam per de do! ". Whereas these imposters are earning handful of money every single day. 

So next time when giving charity, you should know, who the right person for charity is. Our charitable nation is filling the pockets of professional thieves in facade of wretched beggars, turning a blind eye on those who deserve. 

Think before charity and donations.
Think who actually deserves it! 


Comments

  1. This is actually the reality you spoke by your writing...love the way you took the carton off from these professional beggars...people should see all around them and give the charity to the one who deserves

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    1. Yes exactly, begging has taken the form of a profession. Thank you for your appreciation

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  2. Reality of our society because of these professionals the desrving one suffers....

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    1. Exactly, those who do not ask out of white collar or shame. We ourselves should look around and find those who deserve it.

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  3. It is a sad reality of our society but I believe instead of being lazy and handing over money to these beggars we should make extra effort and buy provisions for them. Clothes food or other basic necessities...we can also donate to hospitals, charity schools etc...going an extra mile will really help with this issue.
    PS my comment better get published this time🤨

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    1. Perfectly stated! An extra mile is what needs to be crossed, starting the journey of that extra mile by finding those who actually deserve it.
      P.S: yes your comment is published. Thank you for sharing your thought about this topic. Means a lot

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  4. The best recourse is to invest in people's education and enabling them to earn a halal living rather than giving away pennies that can't help the next hour. This way we can actually help ending this curae of begging as well as establishing an independent society.

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    1. Well stated!
      I'm sure if we start working on it, we'll leave a better and beggars free society for the coming generations.

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  5. The writer has articulated the real situation quite effeciently, sheding light upon the vulgarity of the professional beggars in our society.

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  6. What an apt observation! And very well written.
    Even if the hunchback has a sack full of money , it doesn’t make asking an easier ! Poverty is a vicious cycle, one that can’t be broken.

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    1. Perfectly stated!
      It indeed is a vicious cycle, which would require a lot of effort to either slow down or end.
      Thank you for your support, means a lot.

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  7. really well written, oh my gosh im so impressed <3

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