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Edhi.

You are familiar with ISIS, Boko Haram,
and I believe you even know the Muffin Man.
Bin Laden, Saddam Hussein, and Gaddafi
are other famous names who fit
the narrative that demonizes Islam.

But I can guarantee, without a doubt,
that you have never heard
of the recently deceased Abdul Sattar Edhi,
for he was insignificant despite his existence
as a polarizing figure focused on the needy.

His altruism did not allow him to see caste,
religion, or creed; Edhi embodied
asceticism despite being surrounded by greed.
Philanthropy should feel fortunate
to have benefited from his brilliance.

All jokes aside, he was nicknamed
the “Angel of Mercy” for being
one in more than two hundred million.
He created a charitable empire
despite lacking any funding.

Proving determination is all it takes to create something from nothing.
Edhi was even dubbed the “Father Theresa” of Pakistan.
But once again, I must declare that our media
purposely ignored him because he was not
another mindless member of the Kardashian clan.

Exemplary of the positive aspects of
the Abrahamic religion he followed,
Edhi rescued abandoned infants.
rehabilitated orphans,
and even trained nurses.

Once reproached for his assistance of Non-Muslims
in his ambulances, when he was questioned for supporting
Hindus and Christians, he classically retorted
by explaining his vehicles were better adherents
of these bigots' twisted understanding of their own religion.

So I beseech thee, why is he still relatively unknown?
Is it because his beard and style of dress fit the description
of whom we are told to fear, by reporters we invite into our homes?
Whatever it is, I will do my best to ensure his becomes a household name,
he may not have wanted it whilst living, but soon his charity-work will be acclaimed.


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