Bab 1: Unfair World
Those with wealth, fame, and power often claim we are all born equal—but this unfair world suggests otherwise.
They say words like honey to soothe our thirst for fairness , and delusion us with their twisted ideas of equality.
But deep inside, doubts emerge in our heart, challenging the lies they had created.
"Equality?"
Was it not just a phrase intended to comfort the masses and soothe our restless souls?
Look around and witness the hard truth etched in the face of humanity.
A child born to privilege and filled with wealth never knew the curse of hunger or the desperate longing for a better life.
But just one stone thrown away, another child screams, their voices drowned out by the cruel sounds of poverty.
Are these two lives the same from the first breath?
Are these two lives really equal?
Of course not!
A child dealt a bad hand would grow up to face more challenges in life.
Although they had the potential to succeed and achieve more, the truth was they had to adapt to a harsh reality and make some tough decisions to move forward.
They are trapped on the hard road, not by choice but because inequality pushed them there.
This was a path they could not shake, a reality that screamed at them: they were born poor, weak and frail.
Sadly, another abandoned child was born today.
There were no loving hands waiting for him, no caring whispers shaping his small body.
Instead ,he was cast aside and left to weather the storm of life alone.
The weight of the abandonment rested on his small shoulders, crushing his soul before it even had a chance to soar.
On a cold, rainy night, the sound of an old door opening echoed.
CREEK!
A flickering flashlight illuminated a small basket, revealing a helpless boy inside.
"Poor child"
The old woman quickly took the baby and held it close in her arms. Her touched showed longing and love, as her motherly instincts kicked in.
"I'll take care of you from now on," she said in a soft voice full of compassion and love.
However, a look of sadness covered her face as she glanced outside and saw that it was raining. It was like the heavens were crying because of the boy's unfortunate fate.
"We can't take care of him. We have to give him to the police," said an old man behind her. He looked sick and thin, a clear sign that his body was not getting enough nutrients.
"Darling, look at him, he looks like our son Asher," the old woman replied in a pleading voice.
The couple remembered their son who died from an illness decades ago. After that, they were never blessed again with another one.
They tried their best, but the woman couldn't have a baby anymore, so they just accepted their fate.
"But we don't have enough money. We can't take care of him. I know that you want to have a son , but we are barely living, " replied her husband with a defeated tone.
It wasn't that he didn't want to take care of the poor child; he was just being honest about the painful reality of their situation.
Her eyes fell to the ground as memories of their son, flooded back. Their hearts still carried the weight of their loss, and the life filled of economic struggles that followed.
"I was not able to save our child and I can't bear the thought of seeing another kid suffer the same fate" he added.
The couple found themselves wrestling with heartbreaking decisions, torn between their desire to love and financial problems
"I will let you decide, Darling" she replied with an understanding tone. She knew that her husband was hurting just like she was.
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