When only the ground and sky make up your home.

In the name of Allah Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

What a quiet night. The surroundings, the wind, just everything in the sky looks so gloomy, yet the beauty of tonight still manages to impress me, just like previous nights. The moon conquers the sky, I can only see one shining star close to it, and I smile, it's so beautiful. But tonight, I discovered something even more. Something that moved me. I heard my father talking to his friends about this old man who's always found near one of the shops here in our neighbourhood. The old man was claimed to be a bit unhealthy mentally, and he did some things that somewhat, annoyed the residents, and  also asking people for money. No one knows if he has a family somewhere or he's just homeless. Yes, that part moved me. When they talked about this man, I was actually busy thinking about my kids back in the Down's Syndrome Home, I was wondering when will I pay them another visit. I miss them so much. But when I heard what my father was talking about, it's like my heart skipped a beat. The kids in the home may be unwell, but they have a home. They have friends. They have people who look after them constantly, feed them, wash their clothes, and things like that. But this old man, he wears the same shirt, the same shorts, every single day, and, whether or not he has a home, to him, and it seems like, he doesn't even have a home; a bed with pillows and blanket like we do, or at least, like most of us do. Now, for those beloved kids at the home, even if they only get donations from very few sources, they still get some attention from society; attention in a good way that is. As for this old man, he gets a lot of attention too, but in a bad way, as in, all people can do is condemning his behaviours in public that is 'unacceptable'. Sure, it is unacceptable, but he's sick, we should be helping him. And for a homeless man like that, who would be kind enough to spare just a little bit of attention to him? Will he be spending the rest of the remaining years of his life like that? Will he die that way? What a sad way to die. If I were to say this to his children, if he has any, that's just what I'm going to say, "What a sad way to die". Doesn't anybody have the heart to even think of that? Do we want to die that way? Why would anyone want to, isn't it? I wish there's something I can do to change things here. But I can't even change what's happening to my own family. The thing is, everyone is getting rich everywhere, everyone is achieving success all over the world, they talk so loud like a lion roaring at the peak of a mountain, they laugh, they laugh their hearts out, they talk about world peace, they talk about this and that, but what's up for this old man here, and more of them out there? I think we're all too selfish. And as for me, I feel very ashamed of myself for thinking that my family is living a life that's hard enough because no matter how hard it really is, this old man here doesn't even have a life anymore, and as for us, we still, at least, have a home, a family, and also, our senses. But him?