“Children are the flowers of life”. Some people feel happy when they become parents, others feel sad when the life faces them with the responsibility of a parent. Some people grieve for they are incapable of realizing the happiness of being a mom or a dad. Others feel happy for having a child born in the family. However, a child’s birth brings not only happiness, but also trouble, problems and fear. Life is a dilemma. It is fair, it is unfair.

Have you ever asked yourself what is one and the most important thing for a child? Or who is it? Doubtless, the  majority will say ‘mother’ in a unison. Indeed, is it really mother? I think, it is mother’s love and care. A child must have parents and parents have no right to deprive them from their right.  Childhood is the most dearest and the most brightest period of people’s life. However, there are children who do not have childhood either. It is anomaly, but it is a curve for their parents’ abject actions. Parents abdicate the responsibility for a child mostly having for one headache less. This action pushes a child to vis-a-vis battle against the life. This battle begins from childhood in orphanages. Children with no parents lack for attention. They watch other children laughing, playing with the parents. With this scene they realize that the most important thing in their life was cut from. So orphans try to find this comfort from adults who seem to be a mother or a father for them. Childhood and orphanhood bear resemblance in their consciousness. That is why children in orphanages feel joyful when someone comes to visit them. Deep inside they are solicitous to have someone to call a mom or a dad. They easily get affined to people from outside who pay attention and spend time with them.

I know it from first-hand experience of mine. When I studied in the fourth course at the institute, our faculty organized charity action on New Year Eve. We visited one of the orphanages in Aktobe oblast with our New Year program and presents prepared for children. As we entered the house we saw kids with smile on their faces and sparkle in their eyes. Each one greeted us loudly for every one wanted to be remembered.

The same felt our NU students. In October, 16 we celebrated Kurban Ait – a holy Muslim holiday. Our NU students organized charity program for orphans and disabled children of Astana on the eve of the holiday. In the span of two weeks students donated money for children. With the hands full of presents Nazarbayev University students decided to please Astana orphanage of parentless and disables children. Children felt gladsome for having guests at home. One of their usual days was filled with attention, care and love they lack for.  As one of my students attested a curious case took place during the visit. A little girl became attached to one of the students that she didn’t want to let her go and constantly called her ‘mother, mother’.

Another little girl who remembered Aigerim (another  NU student) from previous visit prepared a present for her hoping to meet her again. She didn’t recognize her visitor because of the clown costume and make-up she had and asked another student give a letter for her. When Aigerim approached that little girl she handed her a paper. It was a picture drawn by the girl herself. She had talent in drawing.

Reflecting on these moments of my life I realize how these children are passionate of having someone to love them, to protect them, to take care of them.

One of my students shared her feelings about yesterday’s visit to the orphanage in Astana. She burst into tears when she saw the children. However, she didn’t demonstrate her tears to the children for she was a clown who had come to make them smile and have fun with them. The most difficult moment for her was leaving the children. They got disappointed by students’ departure. When my student acknowledged that they would certainly come again, a boy in a wheel-chair admonished with a serious face: ” You always say the same, but never do it!”

After all of these we, healthy strong people, have no right to complain about our appearance, constitution or clothes. The emotional pain orphans and disabled children have  can in no way be compared with the problem of overweight, low height or something else. Whatever happens to you, be grateful to what you have, be kind to those who don’t have it. It is life.

Concluding . . .  DEAR COMRADES, let’s do more that we are required to do to make the children’s life better, brighter and more cheerful.