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And yet… the talibé children are still outside.

Children. Not shadows. Not distant stories. Children who should be warm somewhere, sleeping, learning, laughing. But here, many of them beg just to eat. Some have nowhere to sleep at all. They curl up on the sidewalk under thin pieces of cardboard, while the dry night air tears their throats and the dust makes them sick.

I saw them tonight. They were shivering. One little boy asked me for a coin to buy rice. His voice was cracked — not from tiredness, but from breathing dust and cold air every day. And I don’t know how to explain it… It felt like heartbreak mixed with helplessness, and a quiet, heavy anger.

No child should sleep outside. No child should beg for food. No child should face cold nights and dusty winds alone.

If you’re reading this from anywhere in the world, just know this: the talibé children are real. They are here, right now. They’re hungry. They’re cold. They’re coughing. They’re exhausted. And they ask for nothing except a little warmth, a meal, a blanket, a chance to make it to tomorrow.

I’m not posting this to guilt anyone. I’m posting it because I saw them today and I can’t close my eyes. Not tonight.

If you want to help, even in the smallest way, the link is in my bio. A hot meal, a blanket, a bar of soap, a medical visit… Sometimes that’s enough to change an entire night. Sometimes that’s enough to let a child breathe easier tomorrow.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for feeling something. Thank you for existing.