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We are no more called orphans

Kajal & rani rawat with their father and aunty on 12-2-2014

I was only 5 when my mother abandoned me. My father was a rickshaw puller who used to be a drunkard. My grandparents had a small tea stall that was under a flyover near Vasant Vihar and that was our main source of income. I also had a younger sister and she was just 3 years old at that point of time. Every morning both of us were handed a begging bowl and happily we would just run across the road towards the traffic signal waiting for the vehicles to stop and then we would beg for money or even food. Suddenly one afternoon we were surrounded by three angels who took keen interest in knowing where we were staying.  We led them to our hut, where they had along chat with my grandmother. The very next morning those angels came to our hut; they took me, my sister and our father in their car and we reached a place where I saw many children running around as soon as I got down. Every single child out there seemed so happy and they had a huge smile on their face, they apparently made a lot of noise and evidently they were very energetic and full of life.  I was fascinated by what I saw but I had no idea that soon they would be a part of my life too and it happened as very soon as I became one amongst them.  It was later I realized who these three angels were, “They were the Sisters of Don Bosco, looking after the poor and abandon children.  My father soon left us and disappeared and it seemed as though it was forever. My grandfather initially visited us for sometime then he too was nowhere to be seen.  Every morning we wait for him with lots of expectations but he never returned.  We were discouraged and we lost all hope.  Then onwards, we were known as “orphans”.  Meanwhile we were enrolled in school, ever since I was a kid I did not have anybody to correct my wrongdoings, I was on my own and carefree thus I turned to be quite naughty and I was not bright academically as I did not concentrate on studies much. I gave the sisters a lot of headache, I bothered them so much yet all of them treated me with so much of love and care, providing everything necessary for my growth and well being. Meanwhile my kid sister grew up to be an angel, we were completely different from each other. It was almost paradoxical. She turned out to be a great singer and a very good dancer.  By the time I turned 14, I had given up all hopes of rejoining with my family. I just surrendered everything to the Lord and I believe that he himself intervened to give me what I had always wished for. One fine day the Sisters took us to the same exact spot where we used to beg for food and money in our childhood days, some of the people were surprised seeing us back there and the shopkeepers identified us and they called us by our names.  Sisters then enquired from these people about our family and it was then that we came to know that our grandparents were no more and our father had left the place and was staying in some other locality.  Those people promised to help us to trace out our father and his whereabouts.  Then the sisters spent a lot time in consulting various people to know about the details of our father.  After a few days all the hard work bore its fruit when my father reached Snehalaya.  Me and my sister were in tears when we saw our dear father, we told one another that we were no more orphans.  Our family is reunited and anything in words would just be an understatement if I had to talk about the struggles and hard work put in by the sisters in helping us find our father.

Kajal

I TOO HAD A DREAM

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I was born in the slums of Sultanpuri. When I was merely 7 years old, due to some conflict within the family my mother left home leaving us alone.  My father used to go to work in order to earn the daily bread for us. I was the eldest amongst all, I had three brothers who were younger to me and I was too small to take care of my siblings. The whole day we used to roam on the streets picking up rags, trying to sell them, to get something to eat.

Unfortunately, on that particular day I was lost, I was wandering, not knowing where exactly to go and my siblings could not return home without me. I was just loitering on the road, some policemen eventually caught me and took me to the Social Service Center of the Holy Cross Sisters. I do believe that it was God’s intervention in my life. After a few weeks some of the sisters there contacted Don Bosco Ashalayam at Palam who were already running a home for the poor and abandoned boys and nearby the Salesian sisters also had a home for the poor and abandoned girls named Auxilium Snehalaya “A House of Love”. I was probably the fortunate one who had the opportunityto be a part of this lovely family. May be it was my destiny. The sisters over there looked after me as if I was a new born baby. The love and affection I got there is unparalleled and it never seemed to me that my family was away from me. But as the years passed by something started haunting me within and I started praying to God because I had one deep desire within and to meet my beloved family. During Rakshabandhans I used to get into the Chapel and cry bitterly before the statue of Lord Jesus and tie Rakhi on His hand and tell Him till I get my brothers back you are my brother. I used to pray to Him asking Him to get my brothers back for me. I was sure my prayers would not go unheard, and so with determination I requested the sisters, not let me go but allow me to stay within the Snehalaya till I find my brothers.

When I turned eighteen years old, I was shifted to Auxilium Najafgarh in order to complete my studies.  The sisters took keen interest in searching for my family, they spent their quality time contacting various people and NGO’s through the phone and spot visits, and they went through a series of inconveniences just so that I could reunite with my family. At last the Lord heard my prayer and He took things in His own hands and helped me to find my brothers for me. The Holy Bible says: “THE LORD HEARS THE CRY OF THE POOR” and in fact the Lord heard my cry and brought back my brothers to me on 28 September 2014 and then that I came to know that my father was no more alive. I am so grateful to the sisters who helped throughout this journey of mine, I consider it as the greatest gift amongst every single gift I have ever received in my life.

Sonia