I was in my library when a girl in her early twenties walked timidly in shy steps, as if she was walking in a puddle of water, and she stood near the entrance as if she was afraid that she would come closer and plunge her feet into the pool, and she asked in a low, trembling voice: Do you have a housing book?
I was busy and did not hear well, I exclaimed, “I am sorry!”
I made an effort to raise her voice a little, as she tilted her torso forward so that I could hear, without taking a single step towards me, as if her feet were stuck to the ground, she said.
- By Reham Helmy.
- No, but it will arrive in a week.
- Well, I will pass you by in a week.
I watched her with my eyes as she speeded out as if she was running away from the unknown, until she disappeared among the passers-by, but she did not leave my head until the end of the day, the shyness of the girl was scarce, and I am a man that the shyness of the girl fell on me in a good position and aroused in myself elation and excitement.
A few days passed and her image did not cry on my mind until I was astonished, and I only met the girl for a few minutes, even her features were incomplete in my head, the image began to fade until it almost ended, then I was surprised by a message from her on social media, I do not know how I reached my account Would you have searched and investigated until you found it? Did she get as much attention as she did? Does and does !? I fell into a sea of questions that kept me busy for minutes from reading the letter, then suddenly I paid attention, and my eyes repeated the long letter in a matter of seconds. She reminded me of herself – as if I had forgotten it – and that she had found my page and knew that I am a specialist myself, and that she works as a volunteer in several places, and gives lessons to middle school students And the primary, and that she collides with their problems and is trying to find solutions, and is unable to help them meet their needs, and she asks me to help her with that if I have plenty of time.
I read the letter again, then replied hello, and my relationship with the girl quickly became closer and then with her family, and within a few weeks I became a member of the family, and the conversation moved from the problems of her students to the problems of her sisters and then to her problems, and the picture was completed in my mind, so what is repeated in most homes.
It is a kind of deprivation and deadly emotional hunger, practiced by parents on their children intentionally or unintentionally, deprivation without hope of satisfying, and there is no way to understand and contain it, depriving the girl groaning under his weight, so she searches for who fills him, and soon she finds, and soon disaster strikes.
She falls under the weight of this painful feeling the prey of the first scoundrel she meets, finds herself exploited, she continues to give and give up and crumble and spend a lot of herself and her dignity in exchange for crumbs of emotion that do not get fat or sing from hunger, then she moves from one scoundrel to another, and the previous happens and has Happened, and the tragedy is repeated.
The girl realizes that she is looking for a mirage recited by a mirage, and she thinks that she does not deserve to obtain what she desires, so she suffers despair, humiliation and pain, then begins a completely new phase in which all the wells of passion within her gradually dry up until it becomes completely completely dry, and here she loses her humanity or almost.
The girl was suffering not only from emotional hunger, but also from exaggerated cruelty, humiliation, and emotional blackmail. However, she did not fall, and her exaggerated shyness, despite his pests, prevented her from falling.
From that moment on, my girl was called “the searcher for housing.” The pressure of material life requirements – they are preoccupied with preparing the physical demands of the children, and they – in the midst of this daily struggle over a livelihood and providing all the luxuries – have forgotten the demands of the soul, and they have become like machines that have only one goal for which they work day and night that do not pay any attention to it, even to the requirements of Their souls are themselves in addition to the requirements of their children, they do not pay attention to what preserves their humanity, they only care about what preserves their bodies.
This danger is about to escalate, and turn into a real societal crisis, which will have disastrous repercussions on the future of these girls and boys alike, and what will accelerate the occurrence of the disaster by the media, information network and means of communication, the grinding economic situation, and the political and social tyranny, intellectual isolation, religious absence and crisis that afflicts us. Ethical, all factors combine to create calamity.
The catastrophe is already occurring, and we are not able to prevent the downfall that has already begun, we are only trying to mitigate its effects and protect the victims we can in future generations.
The first thing that should be started – in my opinion – is awareness raising, awareness of parents and mothers of the psychological and spiritual needs of their children, their needs of passion, love, vision and appreciation, and the effect of all this on building their personalities, and in their upbringing in a generous normal life, because he who grew up was satisfied with emotion, saturated with the soul The means to exploit him and tamper with his feelings are virtually non-existent, as for those who miss that, they become an easy prey.
Today my girl has become strong, she is spinning threads from which to weave a strong building for a present she desires, she began to build her dream when she was satisfied, and I began to look at her from afar and I came to it with pride, for I have participated in this construction, and what is the most difficult building.