A fourteen years old boy contemplated: “Why am I here in this world? What is the purpose of my existence? Why is there so much pain in this world? Our kings build beautiful buildings for themselves but what about the poor?”
One can only imagine how aware, sensitive and ambitious this teenager was. This was none other than Abdul Sattar Edhi.
One day, he decided to watch a movie with his friends in the cinema. As the heroine lifted her arms to sing to the hero on the screen, the young Edhi thought disgustingly: “Ugh! The stink of perspiration.”
Long after his friends sang songs from the movie: “Tra la la, my heart is longing for …” teenaged Edhi would finish for them “… Pakoras!”
Next, he would march home, feeling hungry, while his friends romanticized some more, drawing in the beautiful weather. Clearly, Edhi Sahib was not a romantic at heart, though he was king of empathy and warmth.
Many years reeled on, and Abdul Sattar Edhi set up a dispensary for the poor and disabled with a maternity clinic and a nurse training camp above. One night after a grilling day, he was fast asleep. Jostled by a voice, he woke up. A young girl stood behind the grills at the main door: “Open up, a woman needs to go to the maternity ward. Here’s your key hanging by the door. Now, hurry up!”
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