the slums

1:11 AM

As we walked through the many mechanic shops, I was thankful I wore my dupatta.  I feel uncomfortable going to mechanics here in the states, so anything that would make me stand out less was much appreciated.  We dodged a few honking motorcycles and then came to an opening that felt like a doorway to another world.  It was another world...it was the slums.

kids

I felt welcomed in this hot place.  Maybe it was the strange sight of a foreigner entering, maybe it was the fruit snacks that were being passed out.  Whatever it was, the kids and even adults were not shy about asking for their picture to be taken.  Something so simple that I often take for granted, these kids and adults reminded me of the joy of seeing their reflection looking back at them, even if it was from a camera.

basket weaving

We met many people along the way.  Some sitting outside their small shacks, some weaving baskets, some simply sitting in their doorways, perhaps to try and catch a breeze to cool themselves in the hot, hot sun.

in doorway

We came upon our destination, the pre-school.  Most of the kids in the slums don't go to school, so this tiny pre-school is a welcomed blessing as is the teacher who comes every day to teach them.  We arrived with just enough fruit snacks to pass out to the kids.  Upon leaving, several found us and asked for prayer.  God is a God of miracles and that's what I'm believing for the various ailments that were prayed for.

praying for man

praying

Despite the welcome that I felt, the slums are a very unwelcoming place to live.  The lack of security for these shacks makes women and children vulnerable to those who prowl the night hours.  The stories grew with fervor to break my heart...a mother who tied her kids up in the house and they ate mud to survive, young girls who had to grow up too soon when they became pregnant from men three times their age, an 8 year old boy who went around raping girls and his mother brushed it off as silly child's play. 

standing by bike

Pray for the slum areas.  Pray for those who find themselves the victims of such evil.  Pray that lives would be transformed by the hand of God.  It's a reality so far from my own, but it exists, and I can't turn a blind eye.

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6 comments

  1. I love how there are so many bright colours and so much openness, even in the midst of poverty and danger.

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  2. Oh, Jen. This breaks my heart. Thank you for sharing your vivid pictures that make me feel like I can reach in and touch the people with their bright scarves and worn hands.

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  3. Thank you for opening our eyes! Thank you for posting the pictures to help us see how real this is.

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  4. You do a beautiful job of capturing the beauty - and, with it, the hope, hidden among the sorrows.

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  5. Thanks so much for sharing! I need to be reminded of the reality that others are daily living in - a reality so unlike my own! Lord willing others will follow God's call to reach out to those who are hurting in areas like the ones you visited.

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