Meet The Abandoned Children of Nepal

Along the mountainous slopes of Himalayas Mountains, where civilization rarely exist, poor Nepal stands idly. From the Philippines where I live, I heard the shaking woes of the tortured creatures there. Yes they are spoiled inside the cage; so much slaved by the huge chains of discrimination, pampered with bitter lullabies of curse, and controlled by the spell of evil. I know why these weak creatures never chant symphony. For them what they have is nothing but a hopeless future. Now these disabled Nepalese children are abandoned. Can you hear their lamentations?

I’ve just known about the abused children of Nepal when I browsed the web and typed the word “poor” in the search box. Perhaps, Nepal being one of the poorest countries in the world is extremely notorious for its big number of disabled children. To this problem adds the insurgency- the fact that most of its people are subsistence farmers. The majority of the population has not had any formal education that comprises of about 61 percent illiteracy rate (Boyce, William et al). Most intriguingly the predominant Hindu culture there promotes a view of disability as a punishment for sins in a past life. It becomes clear then that life for the disabled children is going to be harsh and hell-like.

Reality came face-to-face with me as I accidentally encountered a typical family from Nepal with their three disabled children here in Manila, Philippines. The three perfect victims were moaning as desperate as a hungry lion in search of a prey. At first I could not have recognized these three as children because they look like an experimental animal, probably a combination of monkey and frog. Due to the sympathy I felt for this rejected family fresh from Nepal, I gave them a loaf of bread and three fruit juices in tetra pack. But I damned myself! Those relieves were not even going to reach their churning stomach. Suddenly my teardrops start to explode. I’m sorry I could not render permanent help. Then I ran…

The other day I came back carrying with me some clothes, toys and blankets to the exact place I last catch a sorrowful glimpse of the family. I don’t know why a huge flock of people were gathering around the one I am looking for. I walked closer. My God! I saw a group of rotten flesh lying on the ground with legion of flies conquering their decaying body. The three disabled Nepalese angels were scorched by the wild dogs! Their own blood- their parents- abandoned them. Is it because of the scarce food I offered them yesterday? Or they no longer want to nourish the malnourished and cursed blessings they received from God? Nobody knows.