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The Angel Who Looked Like a Beggar
It was a cold evening. People rushed through the streets, trying to get home before the rain. Everyone wore warm coats. Some held hot tea in their hands.
At the corner of a busy road sat an old man. His clothes were torn. His beard was long and messy. He looked tired. His hands shook. He held out a small tin cup and whispered, “Please… just a little food.”
But no one stopped.
One lady walked by and said, “He’s dirty.”
A man said, “He’ll spend it on bad things.”
Even the kids were pulled away by their parents.
Only one boy stopped.
His name was Haris. He was 9 years old. He had just left school and was walking home. He saw the man and felt something. A soft voice in his heart said, “Talk to him.”
Haris walked over and said, “Sir, are you hungry?”
The man smiled. A gentle, kind smile.
“Yes, I am,” he said.
Haris opened his bag. He had a sandwich and a juice box. He handed both to the man.
“Here, you can have mine.”
The man’s eyes filled with tears.
“Thank you, little one,” he whispered.
