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礎の石孤児院⭐️ ザンビア孤児院日記🙌😊 ザンビア孤児院の子供達、ザンビアのストリートチルドレンの状況など、日々の出来事等アップされてます🤩 http://ishizuenoishi.org/zambia/page/9/ #孤児院#ザンビア#ブログ#礎の石孤児院#ボランティア #orphanage #ストリートチルドレン #streetchildren https://www.instagram.com/p/BybN1jrAt39/?igshid=p823o40xn1h6
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ザンビア孤児院 現地駐在員のシオン桜子ムタレさんから孤児院、ストリートチルドレンのお話を聞くことが出来ました。。 #ザンビア #zambia #halo #streetchildren #ebisu #礎の石孤児院 (Halo（ハロ）) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuipJFFgnMF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1louku0t6a73o
#Lightingthelamp of #hope & #divineblessings for brilliant work by #shailatrust in #vocationaltraining for #underprivilegedwomen #education for #streetchildren installing #toiletboxes in #MuMbai #CSR #NGO #socialcare #Congratulations excellentwork to improve India 🇮🇳 #NishaJamVwal (at Vivanta President, Mumbai) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpJy7_hHGsD/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=poik430bfkp
#shh I am taking a sneak peek at #book3 #childrenofthestreets #streetchildren a heartfelt #bookseries by #IndieAuthor Maria Gibbs @gibbsdream1 #bookstagram #BooksWeLove #booksofinstagram #orphans #Brasil #IAmReading If you have not tried #book1 it is highly recommended 'A Boy from the Streets' #twins separated at birth one taken to England the other left to fend for himself on the Streets https://www.instagram.com/p/Bng_vmbhprq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=byfb2g34yjox
My oc:s! Rambling in the reblogged version
A Night Without a Home
Eight-year-old Rahul had no bed to sleep in.
As the sun disappeared behind the crowded buildings, he sat on a cold pavement clutching a torn blanket. Cars rushed past him, people hurried home to their families, and restaurants filled with the smell of freshly cooked food.
Rahul watched quietly.
He had not eaten since the previous afternoon.
His stomach ached with hunger, but he knew there was little he could do. Every day, he searched through streets and markets hoping to find leftover food. Some days he was lucky. Many days he was not.
When rain came, he had no roof to protect him.
When winter arrived, he had no warm room to sleep in.
When other children carried school bags, Rahul carried the burden of survival.
Yet despite everything, he still had dreams.
He dreamed of sitting in a classroom. He dreamed of eating a full meal without worrying about tomorrow. He dreamed of having a place he could call home.
One evening, volunteers from Aastha Nishtha Foundation met Rahul during a food distribution drive. They offered him a warm meal, fresh water, and something he had not felt in a long time—care and kindness.
For the first time in days, Rahul ate until his stomach was full.
A simple meal may not seem like much, but for a hungry child living on the streets, it can mean everything. It can restore strength, bring comfort, and remind them that they are not forgotten.
Today, thousands of children like Rahul continue to struggle with hunger and homelessness. They sleep on pavements, railway stations, and roadside shelters, uncertain about where their next meal will come from.
At Aastha Nishtha Foundation, we believe every child deserves food, safety, education, and hope. Through our efforts, we strive to support vulnerable children and help them move toward a brighter future.
But many more children are still waiting.
Your support can help provide meals, educational assistance, clothing, and care to children who need it most.
Because no child should have to sleep hungry.
And no child should have to call the street their home.
A Home Beyond the Streets
How two children found light at the end of the longest night
The cold came early that evening. Near the railway station, where thousands rushed past without a second glance, nine-year-old Aman sat very still beneath a torn plastic sheet, his small sister pressed close against his side. They had learned to become invisible — because the world, it seemed, moved faster when it did not see them.
Their father was gone. Their mother, broken by grief and unpaid rent, had lost the only walls that had once called themselves home. The station became their shelter. The footpath, their bed. Hunger was not a feeling anymore — it was simply the shape of every day.
While other children in pressed uniforms walked home to warm kitchens and waiting mothers, Aman moved through the city with a cloth sack, collecting plastic bottles — each one worth a few coins, each coin worth a little more time. His sister, too young to understand economics but old enough to understand hunger, would sometimes cry softly. He never did. Someone had to be brave.
"Every night, they slept hungry. Every morning, they searched not for dreams — but simply for food and a safe place to breathe."
Then one afternoon, volunteers from the Aastha Nishtha Foundation arrived at the station—not with cameras or clipboards, but with warm food and open hands. They did not look through Aman the way most people did. They looked at him. They saw a child, not a statistic.
Change does not arrive like a thunderclap. It comes slowly—in the first full meal, in a clean set of clothes that actually fit, in a learning session where a volunteer teaches you that letters can become words, and words can become worlds. Slowly, Aman began to sit upright. His sister began to laugh.
For the first time in years, they smiled without checking over their shoulders first.
Their journey is not over. The road ahead is still long, still uncertain. But they walk it now with full stomachs, with people who know their names, and with the quiet, unshakeable knowledge that they are no longer alone.
Across India, thousands of children still sleep where Aman once did — on footpaths and under flyovers, cold and unseen. Every one of them carries an unspoken dream they have never been given the language to speak aloud.Through compassion, shelter, and the simple act of showing up, the Aastha Nishtha Foundation continues to stand beside them—not to save them, but to walk with them. From survival toward something that finally begins to look like a future.
