Abdul, I Don’t Know You
Abdul, I don’t know you But, we the people of India. I only know that you lost your father— killed in broad daylight. And yet, you did not lose hope. You held on to a dream that millions of us carry: hope for our country, hope in our Constitution, hope in the traditions that have survived thousands of years. Abdul, you were asking for better schools, better education, a better future. I know, Abdul— you were being selfish. Selfish enough to ask for what every child deserves. Selfish enough to believe that education is not a privilege, but a right. Selfish enough to imagine a country where no child has to inherit the darkness of his father's fate. Abdul, you were not asking only for yourself. You were asking for all of us. And perhaps that is the highest form of national service.