When the Orange Tassbih

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Fadil got up from his seat, approached Faiz, who was crouched in the corner of the hut room, and asked him". Kidnapped where, Iz?"

"In the terminal" he answered Faiz slowly.

"Are those thugs the ones who kidnapped her?" Fadil asked again.

"Yes, Brother."

Seen Fadil so furious at that time, he then stepped his feet about to come out of the hut.

"Where are you going?" ask me to hold back his steps, Fadil.

"I'm going to let go, my brother!" fadil said, keeping his feet.

"Do you know the kidnapper?"

"I know" said Fadil, and then he said he knew where the kidnapper's base was.

"But, should we report to the authorities" I asked.

But Fadil did not respond. He continued his steps.

"Sir, it's dangerous to go there!"

"I know what I'm gonna do, brother."

I'm still trying to hold Fadil. But he was quite strong wriggling to release the grip of my hand on his arm.

And at that very moment, Fadil stopped his steps. The boy sighed, and then he said". They don't care about us. They thought we were just City trash, street trash." again Fadil sighed.

He looked at me quite sharply and then he again stated that the criminals had often carried out kidnappings of his friends, fellow street children and children who were new to the city. And there was no action from the authorities.

Yes, Fadil also revealed that he and other friends often also reported what his friends experienced. But not getting any response or handling.

"Kids like us don't get their attention" Fadil said again with a voice that looked pressed and teary at the time.

I was stunned, and in my heart I said. Oh, it turns out this is hard living in a big city with no family, no parents. Poor these kids. They really live under pressure.

I let out my breath. It was powerless to feel the pain of their lives.

Oh, what more tests am I getting?! Humm, looks like you're gonna bet this risk again?! But...? haduuh..!

I am also confused as to how. And, breathe out my breath, then try to calm my mind.

I looked at Fadil and Faiz in turn, making me more and more full

Humm, pity these children too. My grunts are again in my heart.

And in the end, I confirmed something that I deserved. So I pressed my heart to myself".All right, Orange, strengthen your courage to make your life more meaningful! That is the cry of my heart.

Yeah, whatever the risk, I'm gonna run. For the sake of caring for others.

Of course this diligence, reasoned in addition to empathy, pity, care. One of them is also shame. Yeah, I feel ashamed of myself if I don't help this kid. Even if life is at stake, what can be done. Than I'm a man without a conscience or I'm a loser .

A boy as small as Fadil, so it seems not reluctant to face the guy