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Nature Is The Art Of God
#WritcoStoryPrompt37
The severely malnourished child was on the verge of death. I quickly set up an IV to give him much needed nutrition and other supplements.
Hours later when he was stable I turned in anger upon the illiterate parents. " Why are you starving this child? He needs proper food! "
Tears dropped down the broken, skeletal man who stood before me with folded hands. "Look around you, Doctor Sahib, the land is dead. We have no food." we are wandering for an early meal. For so long the authorities are not willing to help us. I felt sympathy for them. I don't know what to do. I gave some money to them. At first, they were not ready to buy it. Then when I forced them, they bought it.
But I never blame nature for the condition of the dead land, because of all cruelty that humans do to nature. Nature is a mother and we are her children. I see this as a punishment given by the mother for the wrong done by the children. I immediately called the panchayath president. I told everything to him. But he can't do anything without the intervention of the authorities. I called my journalist friend and he contacted the minister. So the minister came up with a plan to help them financially and do what they needed to do. Because of all this, they give me a farewell before I returned to my country. Everyone complimented me a lot. My chance came next. I stopped talking in one voice that if we love nature, she will love us back.
If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.
The severely malnourished child was on the verge of death. I quickly set up an IV to give him much needed nutrition and other supplements.
Hours later when he was stable I turned in anger upon the illiterate parents. " Why are you starving this child? He needs proper food! "
Tears dropped down the broken, skeletal man who stood before me with folded hands. "Look around you, Doctor Sahib, the land is dead. We have no food." we are wandering for an early meal. For so long the authorities are not willing to help us. I felt sympathy for them. I don't know what to do. I gave some money to them. At first, they were not ready to buy it. Then when I forced them, they bought it.
But I never blame nature for the condition of the dead land, because of all cruelty that humans do to nature. Nature is a mother and we are her children. I see this as a punishment given by the mother for the wrong done by the children. I immediately called the panchayath president. I told everything to him. But he can't do anything without the intervention of the authorities. I called my journalist friend and he contacted the minister. So the minister came up with a plan to help them financially and do what they needed to do. Because of all this, they give me a farewell before I returned to my country. Everyone complimented me a lot. My chance came next. I stopped talking in one voice that if we love nature, she will love us back.
If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.
