An Unlucky Girl

Whenever my eyes fall on a heart-breaking scene, take it for granted that I will not hesitate to put pen to paper, particularly that this has been my habit since I first became acquainted with the passion for writing. The other day, a young girl, probably at age seven, with her shoes in shreds came to the cafe where I frequently sit and began to beg at every table. When she reached my table, I looked her up and down, examining every single aspect of her shoddy appearance. I also cast suspicious glances at her eyes. My heart instantly filled in with bitter abhorrence and hatred for her parents. I could see that she had been ill-treated and undernourished. The young girl in question is amongst the victims of sexual desire and orgasm. I harshly blame her parents for enjoying sex in bed both because they did not concern themselves so much with the coming baby and because they did not think of the implications of their making love. I harshly blame her parents for having reached orgasm and as a result of the latter for making the young girl, their daughter, suffer day and night by going to cafes and begging. Some might say that worldly concerns and conditions have been behind the current, heart-breaking situation of the young girl. But for me, it would be much better for people to die unmarried than to give birth to an unlucky and sad girl like this one. I harshly blame her parents for making this girl suffer as a result of their disgusting love-making. I harshly blame her parents for making this girl suffer as a consequence of their lust. I harshly blame her parents, for they excel at having sex, while they fail to prevent their young daughter from begging. I harshly blame her parents, for they excel at kissing each other, while they fail to educate their young daughter. I harshly blame her parents, for they die to reach orgasm, while they do not die to put an end to their daughter's predicament. I harshly blame her parents, for they are good at dating each other, while they are bad at providing the basic needs for this girl, like food and clothes. I harshly blame her parents, for they can not live without sex, while they can live on what their daughter brings them. I harshly blame her parents, for they think of getting married, while they do not think of bringing up their coming children. I harshly blame her parents, for they have spent nights, and they still do, enjoying each other, while they do not have any consideration for their daughter's feelings. I harshly blame her parents, for they complain of financial problems, while they do not complain of the calamity they have caused their daughter. I harshly blame her parents, for they sleep side by side, while their daughter sleeps alone, sick and tired of begging and walking. I harshly blame her parents, for they say that they are not responsible for the girl's fate, while their daughter carries the burden of responsibility for not bringing money. I harshly blame her parents, for they will sooner or later blame her for dating her boyfriend, while they start to forget about their own past romance. I harshly blame her parents, for they will sooner or later blame her own daughter for resorting to sex and brothels as the sole solution, while they forget that it is they who sent her to beg of men in the first place. I harshly blame her parents, for once they age and start to appear senile, they will attribute their poverty and bad luck to their daughter as though she had been behind the whole story.