Feeding the poor

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 [03/08/2022, 7:47 pm] +91 98303 75884: 

Kindly read the synopsis before seeing the video clip.

One minute film made by an Iraniyan film producer to create awareness regarding the problem of chronic hunger faced by the poor throughout the world.

A poor father accompanied by his daughter, steals some bread from a store.

As soon as he turns to go, the shopkeeper stops him. The daughter unable to understand anxiously asks the father as to what had happened.

The father worried and disturbed opens his lips to apologise, but he hears the shopkeeper speaking to his daughter “My dear child, your father had forgotten to take back the change”. He then counts and places some money in the hands of the father, as if nothing has happened.

The father stepping out of the shop with head bowed down in remorse and helplessness hears a voice from a customer standing in the shop, silently witnessing the scene. “Brother you have also forgotten the bag of rice that you purchased, please take this.”_

Feeding the hungry and helping the poor and needy, without hurting.

[04/08/2022, 3:06 pm] Raj Mahimkar: 

Very touching story. If he had gone to steal, wonder why he took his daughter along.Wouldn't it have been extremely disgraceful if he had been caught stealing in front of her? 

Are we not seeing stereotyping here, where a poor man is shown stealing? As it is he is poor and on top of that on the slightest pretext has to suffer the ignoby of being termed as a thief! And we have no qualms in labeling them thieves, without giving them any benefit of doubt. Can't we leave them alone? There are far bigger thieves in society who cause considerable more harm, but with no damage to their reputation.

Saw this in Word.a.Day:

A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:

I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator. -Mother Jones (Mary Harris Jones), schoolteacher, dressmaker, organizer, and activist (1 Aug 1837-1930)

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