Wednesday 20 July 2011
Sunday 17 July 2011
Three Best Friends
This story is about three best friends...
Their name was Nothing, Nobody and Crazy...
One day, the three best friends went fishing at the pond nearby their house...
Suddenly, Nobody slipped and fell into the pond...
Nothing ask Crazy to call the Police station for help...
So, Crazy made a called...
Crazy : Hello, i'm Crazy and I call for Nothing because Nobody fell into the pond.
Police : Hey, are you crazy??
Crazy : Yes.
Monday 4 July 2011
Touching Pics Of Poor Children
This pic was really cute, funny & also touch my heart. While we are sleep in bed, this child have to sleep on the stairs..Don't know whether it is comfort or not.. I think we are fortunate to have a bed, a good mattress, while the others still struggling to fine a place to sleep. Thanks God, I am still can afford to buy a mattress for my kids.
Young children - Sleep on the street, without a blanket, without a pillow..OMG...where are the richest person in the world??? Can you open your eyes??? there are so many street childrens out there need your help!!!
Children at their shanty homes built on top of tombs in a graveyard in the northern Manila port district of Navotas, one of the world's most densely populated areas.
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AND THE REST OF THESE PHOTOS BELOW...
IT'S HURT ME TO SEE THE CHILDREN OUT THERE IN REALLY POOR CONDITIONS, THEY NEED A "HELP"... I CAN'T STOP THINKING OF THEM!!!
AND THE REST OF THESE PHOTOS BELOW...
IT'S HURT ME TO SEE THE CHILDREN OUT THERE IN REALLY POOR CONDITIONS, THEY NEED A "HELP"... I CAN'T STOP THINKING OF THEM!!!
Photo (below) by Mio Cade
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STREET CHILDREN
By : Agendri Naidoo, South Africa
On this cold winter’s night
Only poor street children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
You should be in bed all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
You are precious, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For ,it is a sin!
for these poor street children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
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www.voicesnet.org THE CRUEL FATHER!!!
These photos dated on November 27, 2009.
THE ANIMAL FACE!!!
It's so touching to see these pictures......what a heartless...I was anger when I saw these photos at asiantown.net. This unfortunate child has been abused by his father!!! what so cruel!!! OMG!!! It's seem that I want to hug him...The child is only five years old and has already met this hardship!!
This child, all he faces each day is his father's beatings; is the hunger in his belly; this is a face that does not dare to face other people's eyes; a face that sees other people having fun and playing, while he himself is locked inside all day.
These feet were just cut by his father using needles and scissors. Upon seeing them now, I think some of you might hold your tears but......the violent doesnt just stop at that ..
The children's blood is throughout the entire house! This is the broom that was just used to hit the child. It has been broken, there is blood all over the floor.
These injuries on the child's back were from a beating today. No! They are cuts from a knife!
A helpful ayi (auntie) dressed the child, and brought some bread and milk for the children to eat.
In less than five minutes, a large bag of bread was finished, the sister said to J: They haven't eaten in two days. They have never eaten this bread before. It was really delicious. Only later after asking more questions did I learn that aside from noodles, they have never eaten much of anything else.
This is the children's father, Yang Quansheng. He's from Jiangxi, he came to Ningbo to work. He is a painter. The two children's mother already left the family two years ago, fleeing his beatings. When asked: How long have you been beating the children? He said: Three years. J: " In these three years, do you beat them often?" He said: Almost every day
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The Father hits, the child spits blood.
Written by Ryan Hill
The Father hits.
The boy spits blood.
The Mother Doesn't Listen.
He goes to school coverd in bruses.
Wearing the same clothes from last week.
The other students stare there judgful glare.
He pretends that he does not care.
He comes back from school.
Alone again without no food.
Tears fall from the childs eyes.
Holding in the emotions is killing him inside.
He sits there weeping his eyes.
He hears keys jingle in the door.
Tears flood from his eyes more and more.
In comes his Father yelling his name.
He tries to be silent but cannot refrain,
From making a single noise that gives away,
The place he is hiding from his Father.
The Father finds him,
Hits him, beats him,
The mother watches,
But does not stop him.
He sit's in his room all alone,
Knowing that it will all happen again soon.
The father hits,
The boy spits blood,
The mother does not listen.
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