Discussion on Poverty and Quranic Teachings

A few moments later.

I seek refuge in God from Satan the accursed.

We are very pleased with this age,

that all these people are poor.

Who among them has the means

to manage? Who is forced to do it? By evening,

if the rickshaw runs,

a man earns one hundred and fifty rupees.

And if his rickshaw does not run, he goes into debt.

If a poor rickshaw driver has five hundred rupees,

the next day, he owes it all for food.

The money goes on gas.

He earns it back through that gas.

He earns enough for household expenses.

He cooks food for these children.

This child's crying breaks his heart the next day.

The next day, he is in debt again.

I ask you, I plead with you.

These poor people, when someone has a rickshaw,

if he has one, let him have it.

For God's sake, have mercy on these poor people.

Do not block these people's livelihood every day.

If this goes on until evening, may God destroy it.

You sit comfortably in your own homes,

with your children at ease.

Why do you make poor people's

children wander door to door?

Why do you treat them unfairly

because of their children?

We are all Muslims, we should not be so cruel.

In this torment.

Do not be cruel to the poor. Do not be cruel to the helpless.

Have no mercy? Why do you treat the poor this way?

By the Quran, a mother says this.

You have no fear of death or God.

I swear, they beat them badly. By God, they beat my son too.

They tie them up and beat them. They give us no food.

You call yourselves Muslims, what are you doing?

Before Almighty Allah, I ask you,

what are you doing to these children?

I swear, they sharpen a knife for this child.

They make him climb the mountain twice.

What if they were your own children?

If it were your child, would you

make them climb the mountain?

How long will this go on?

Every day under this AC, under the AC.

For the sake of God and the Quran,

do not do this. Stop this cruelty.

How long will you keep doing this to these children?

Until they pay money, these poor people cannot leave.

And the poor man goes on, crying.