Little Angels

It used to be the norm to find marginalized people begging in the streets, but what are phenomena is to see angel-faced kids roaming between cars, selling water, tissues or souvenirs with couples of Rials leaving schools and supporting families. On the same street and when the traffic signal changes its color into furious red, they start the battle with car drivers and when it turns to green, they hurry to the side walk. This scene is more or less as the waves when they sculpture curves into the rock shores and run into the sea bringing more splashes.

Kids, who grew up before time, know how to race to big fancy cars rather than racing with mates in the park. They know how to hide from police officers rather than playing hide and seek in the yard. And they learn how to count money till thousands when their mates at school count until tens with cubes, boards and chalks.

They are intelligent, but what kind of future is awaiting them when they have no hope in the streets. Their identity is emerged within car horns and offenses of street passengers. And with all claims of human rights, those kids have lost their rights not even as kids not even as animals that when they die, a grave is not considered as their right.

However they are unwanted, they keep insisting on living. Their innocent desire to gain couples of rails to feed a dozen of siblings and disable parents crosses all laws. Efforts to help them are not well addressed, but they are mentioned in proposals as future taken actions or plans or more genuinely on the imaginary agenda as they are not considered as other citizens.

As kids are future generation, we should spare some hope and much help to change the reality. As the old saying, we cannot save the whole humanity, however we can save one life at a time. With collaborative efforts, a gradual change will probably take place. Hey policy makers! Come down a little bit , give your ears to their stories and more descent attention to their situation as you pass by them everyday.