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CHILDREN OF THE DARKNESS – WHISPERS FROM FORGOTTEN DREAMS

In a hidden corner of the world, where the city lights never reach, there are children living under skies filled with ash, wandering streets littered with garbage, and surviving in lives abandoned by society. They do not have warm beds, school desks, or peaceful evenings with their families. Instead, their days are spent trudging along muddy paths, their tiny hands sifting through piles of waste to trade for a meal to get through the day.

Amid the city's deafening noise, does anyone hear their stomachs growling in hunger? Does anyone listen to the whispers of dreams left behind in the darkness?

A Childhood Buried Beneath the Dust of Life

People say that children are angels, the joy and light of the world. But these angels have no wings to soar. They only have bare feet, treading roads paved with thorns.

A little girl curls up against a cracked wall, her blue eyes reflecting a sadness no child should bear. Her worn-out sweater is covered in dust, her small shoes tattered and barely shielding her feet from the biting cold. She rests her head against the rough bricks, her distant gaze searching for something she has likely never had – a family, a home, or simply a gentle embrace.

In another corner, a frail boy with no shirt bends down, scavenging through the foul-smelling landfill. His dark, dirt-covered hands are not the result of play but of labor. His ribs protrude beneath his thin skin, evidence of days spent battling hunger. He does not ask for expensive toys, nor does he dream of trips to the park—he only wishes for a full meal.

Nearby, a little girl sits on an old wooden crate, biting down on a dried-out piece of sugarcane, her eyes closed as if trying to savor the tiny bit of sweetness in a world that has been unbearably bitter to her. The wind tousles her dusty hair, but she does not care. At this moment, all that matters is silencing the emptiness in her stomach.

Dreams That Never Reached the Light

If someone asked these children, "What is your dream?" would they even have an answer? Or has dreaming become a luxury they can no longer afford?

Perhaps one child would say, "I wish for a new pair of shoes so my feet wouldn’t burn under the scorching sun."
Perhaps another would dream of a day when they no longer have to dig through trash to find food.
Perhaps one child simply wishes for someone to call their name with kindness, instead of the harsh voices that scold them every day.

But no matter how small their dreams are, reality crushes them relentlessly. Society moves too fast to make room for wandering children, and no one stops to hear their stories. They are left behind, like silent shadows, forgotten by all.

What Can We Do?

While fortunate children enjoy warm meals, cozy beds, and the love of a family, these children fight to survive each day. But beyond sympathy, what can we do for them?

We can choose to look away and forget, letting tomorrow erase today's sorrow. Or we can choose to act. A loaf of bread, an old set of clothes, a warm smile—sometimes, it does not take grand gestures. A small act of kindness can change an entire world for a child.

We may not be able to change the entire world in a day, but we can change a child's world in a single moment. And sometimes, that is enough to keep a dream from being lost forever.