Donor, Zeynep Guven

20 October 2014

I enjoyed giving out meat to the people in that apartment complex for a couple of reasons. First, I thought it was a learning experience. Adults always say “You are ungrateful, you don’t realize the children in Africa have less than you do,” etc., etc., but it is hard for us to imagine what it is like to be in poverty or difficulty when, elhamdullilah, we are given so much in America and we aren’t close to that world where poverty is the norm so we can actually see it and get a taste of that to empathize more. But when I saw the look in people’s faces, their smiles and that glow in their eyes, glowing with praise, “Allah, you work in mysterious ways,” it puts things in perspective. It was a nice feeling, to see that expression of gratitude in their faces. It is a kind of feeling that you can only feel when you help others, somewhere in your heart where your greed cringes and shrinks and your willingness to give increases. And the adults, the parents, were not as obvious in this, they try to hide it, not show this need, but in the children, their innocence, it shines through. They were so happy, they kept hugging Seyma Abla, and showing us bubbles and their toys and smiling. Yes, the walking created blisters, the carrying of the meat brought aches, the heat stifled, but it was worth it to see those people’s faces. And at first I was only going to get volunteer hours, but now I can’t wait to go again, to see and meet people and laugh and smile with them. Inshallah my intentions stay pure. Thank you for exposing me to this and allowing my generation to do such rewarding works.

Thank You,
Zeynep Guven