She left her home and family to a
far away land that was not safe. Her upbringing was royal and she went to the
best schools where the elite went. The reason for choosing this journey was
termed insane by her family who loved her dearly. Her friends were skeptical
yet she chose to go. They need to be heard and I shall be their medium.
Months passed and she was totally
dedicated to her humanitarian deed. Perhaps she was paid minimal amount for her
highly risky job but she was a minimalist and loved to connect with people in
dire need and offer help through words and help them reach millions through her
camera lens. The small children who were once feeling insecure and almost wandering
on the streets deprived of basic food felt she was their savior. She helped
them get food and shelter in the refugee camp. In her spare time, she read out
inspiring stories, taught them how to read and write. She was rewarded with
their innocent smiles and the people also liked her as she was truly compassionate.
They got courage to voice their opinion and fight for their right to freedom. The
War zone was not a laden with flowers but strewn with dead bodies and
dilapidated buildings. She slept on a wooden cot with no bedding but just a pink
blanket that she had brought from home and was dear to her. She gave the blanket to a child later as he
was shivering with fever. She ate the same food that was given to other refugees.
She was content that she was serving the people in the best possible way.
The luxurious life that she
abandoned was only a memory now. She was near to seeing the people breathing
the fresh air of freedom and was all set to return back home. It was a sunny
day and the gusty air was not really a pleasant omen. She was going to a nearby
site to check on the children when suddenly she heard a rattle and a thud.
There was a shrill sound that reverberated in her gentile ear and she could
only see darkness. She could hear people running hither and thither, the ambulance
alarm that from a distance until she became insensitive to these sounds or her
own breath. The next day, her name came in
the newspaper on the front page. A child is seen holding her blanket and a
broken slate near her. – God Loves You Always! The people in that region still
recall her as a brave soul who had the guts to face the guns with her guts. She
taught them faith, self-respect, courage and left behind memories in their
heart. She had captured true heartbreaking emotions that shook the whole world
and called for peace. She was a warrior of light and an angel of love for those
shattered by the bombings and cross-firing.
She was just like any other
woman. She chose humanity to the perfect lifestyle essayed to her from her
childhood. She had her imperfections. She believed in her heart. A woman sacrificed
her luxuries to help children and people who were struggling for survival
during war. She was a daughter, a lover, a sister, a friend and above all an altruistic
through her deeds. Period.
Why is it that it takes 365 days in a year to wish
‘Happy International Women’s Day’? In the world of equality, women have been proving
themselves each day as a mother, as a sister, as a wife or as a professional relentlessly. She
expects no praise or materialistic gifting certificates for her roles today. She truly believes in
unconditional love and self- respect. She believes that every human whether it is a
boy or a girl, a man or a woman, deserves to be treated with humility and compassion.
In the
end, only 3 things matter – how much you loved, how gently you lived and how
gracefully you let go things not meant for you for a bigger purpose in life.
