Short Story About Poverty นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You also felt that way, huh, Mr. CEO?" Tumango lang siya habang bakas sa mga mata niya ang magkahalong lungkot at galit. "Alam mo, hindi lahat ng mga magulang ay ginustong humantong sa gan'yang sitwasyon ang mga anak nila pero dahil sa sobrang kahirapan, wala silang pagpipilian. They couldn't afford to be shy or to be lazy dahil ang kapalit noon ay hindi lang simpleng gutom kung hindi ang buhay ng mas nakababata pa sa kanila. Poorest people can die because of hunger and lack of medical support when they got sick---"

Kahit mag-isa lang siya ay hindi siya pinakitaan ng takot dahil walang ibang nasa isip niya ngayon kundi si Cean at Galya saka ang nawawalang anak ng mga ito. He had been on Cean's side for so long that he couldn’t remember. All he knew was that Cean had saved him from being a stray when he was thirteen. Abandoned by parents on the street, beaten by thugs for debt that he couldn’t pay, and with a stomach that was always empty, he died every day. He could also clearly remember, as bright as the day, how he clung to Cean’s pants, begging him for some buns to fill his hunger. Cean’s mischievous eyes and smug look stared at him, but it only took him a second before giving him a pile of money.

"Sampung taon na ang nakalilipas, ang aming pamilya ay nawalan ng haligi. Ang tatay ko, si Rogelio Perez, ay isang simpleng construction worker at driver na nagpakahirap para lang magkaroon ng magandang kinabukasan ang kanyang mga anak. Ngunit sa isang iglap, nawala siya sa amin dahil sa kapabayaan at kawalan ng katarungan." Napatigil ako nang bahagya habang nararamdaman ang pangingilid ng luha sa aking mga mata, ngunit pinigilan ko ito at nagpatuloy. "Sa loob ng sampung taon, naniwala ako na ang mga tulad naming maliliit at mahihirap na tao ay walang boses sa lipunan. Naranasan kong magpakababa, magpakahirap, at maging isang katulong para lang maipagamot ang aking kapatid. Akala ko, ang hus

“That’s the problem with some poor people. Wala na ngang pera, ipambibili pa ng alak ang kakarampot na hawak sa kamay nila. that’s why they don’t improve.” “Hindi naman lahat. Meron naman na kahit anong gawing pagsisikap, sadyang madaya lang ang buhay sa kanila . . . “ Napabitaw si Rebecca ng isang malalim na buntong hininga. “Tulad ko.” Dagdag niya pa.

Huminga ako ng malalim. Masyadong malaki ang ibinibigay niya. Masyado ng marami ang ibinigay niya sa akin. Paano ko naman matatanggap pa ito? Mahirap ako at kailangan ng pinansiyal na tulong mula sa kaniya pero hindi ako mukhang pera. I know how to be contented. "Frixxie..." I sighed. "Fine. Pero dapat ay pang two months ang allowance na ito," sabi ko.

His face lit up immediately, it was fun to watch his happy face. "Of course ma'am, that's why I'm working to help them." "Really? I'm sure they're very proud of you, children like that only once." "The case ma'am is, they didn't know I stopped studying." I blinked and immediately looked at him. "What!?" He immediately bowed before sighing. I was stunned, maybe he had a reason. I didn't ask any more questions and continued eating. As I watched him shake my head I realized, his problem is poverty. Financial money to live, he has a whole family. They are happy together but they are having a hard time when it comes to expenses. As for me, I have money.

Balik niyang tanong sa akin at tiningnan ako gamit ang walang buhay niyang mga mata. "I'm an orphan. I steal for food. Humanity is not in this world anymore. They will love you if you are rich. They disgust poor. Loves fake. Judges the true. I kill so that people can hear us. How many people have they killed by their words? How many people lose their confidence with just their bashful words? How many people have been dumped, shoved aside and stepped on their pride? I remove their eyes so they can see how dark it is without any light. I stitch their mouths so they will know how it feels when you want someone to hear you out but can't. To know if there is someone who can hear you when you're s

"Ako ba pinagloloko mo, ha, Colt. Mahirap ka na sa lagay na yan? Ano nalang ako? Pulubi?" "Before, before I am also poor. I'm a product of a broken family, Clayton. My father don't have a good job. He cannot feed as well. I mean, for my mom, kulang iyong naibibigay ng ama ko. And one day my mom decided to leave my dad. Syempre sinama ako ng mother ko but things weren't good for me." Bumuntong hininga siya. "I was once a beggar on the street asking for a penny just for me to have something to eat. I was once experienced kung paano sumakit ang tiyan dahil sa gutom at walang makain. I even slept on the rough ground before." Pagkukwento ni Colt. Natahimik ako at natulala na nakatingin lang sa ka

“Tinaguyod ko nang mag-isa ang anak ko na walang tulong mula sa kanyang ama. His father doesn’t even know he existed or his existence is just a product of fantasy and desperation.” “Aw,” she said. “Ang hirap niyan. Siguro proud na proud sa ‘yo ang anak mo. Mahirap maging mahirap ngayon. Hindi ko naranasang maging mahirap ngunit minsan na rin akong nakapag-volunteer dati sa malayong lugar ng Batangas na minsan lang maabutan ng tulong. I heard stories of hardships and struggles and I think being poor is the worst thing to happen in a human’s life right now. Nakaka-proud ka naman, Ivy. I wish I am strong like you.”

Of course, lahat ng studyante sa Quest, puro anak ng mayayaman. "My dad left and killed himself because we were poor, and my mom got sick and she cannot afford to get a proper treatment, and I... During that time, a seven years old boy have nothing to do but to watch my mother died in pain. So tell me? Why do you think I am desperate to make money? Because I don't want to die in vain because of poverty." paliwanag ko. Tumango tango naman sila, at yung babaeng studyante ay umupo na, batid ko sa mukha niya ang konsensya.