Hind ♥

Today on my way home from the hospital, we stopped at a signal and there was a woman (a beggar) walking between cars and asking for money. When she got to our car, I stared at her through the window (dark tinted window, she couldn't see me. I'm not evil :p) and all I did was wish she would go away right then.

I hated myself for feeling like that. I didn't feel sorry for her, I didn't feel anything. Zero. I just looked at her hands for few seconds before I started to realize how horrible her life probably was, how humiliated she must have been feeling asking for money like that, and how cold I was.

The thing is, I used to sympathize with them, always gave them money, prayed that some miracle would happen to them and they would never need to do that. But then, people started talking about how most of them were liars and there are certain kinds of organizations that take care of them that they didn't need to beg and things like that. I believed that, especially that my father had the same ideas too. 

I remember after watching A7md AlShugairi's episode about beggars, a woman came to our car and the driver wanted to give her money but I told him not to because she was probably lying (talk about instant influence) but he was like la 7aram meskeena. I was ashamed of myself, I mean fine I decided not to give her money but did I really have to stop the driver from doing it?

I don't know.. it's just bothering me!

What do you think?