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I have come here only to share the voices and
dreams of our children - because they are all our
[gesture to everyone in the audience]. I
have looked into their frightened and exhausted eyes.
I have held their injured bodies and felt their broken
spirits.
SOME
Twenty years ago, in the foothills of the
Himalayas, I met a small, skinny child labourer. He
asked me: “Is the world so poor that it cannot give
me a toy and a book, instead of forcing me to take
a gun or a tool?”
coors
I met with a Sudanese child-soldier. He was
kidnapped by an extremist militia. As his first training
lesson, he was forced to kill his friends and family.
He asked me: "What is my fault?"
Friends, all the great religions teach us to care
for our children. Jesus said: "Let the children come
to me; do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God
belongs to them.” The Holy Quran says: “Kill not
your children because of poverty.
Friends! There is no greater violence than to
deny the dreams of our children. Therefore ... I refuse
to accept that all the temples and mosques and
churches and prayer houses have no place for the
dreams of our children.
I refuse to accent that the world is so poor, when​

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was raining hard that night. In my hurry to get into the house, I didn't notice the black car parked across the road. I realized something was wrong when I could see someone hovering around the car. I wasn't sure if it was safe to go to the car to investigate but my instincts dragged me from the gate of my building to across the road and next to the car. What happened in that half an hour is what I call my most unforgettable memory.

was raining hard that night. In my hurry to get into the house, I didn't notice the black car parked across the road. I realized something was wrong when I could see someone hovering around the car. I wasn't sure if it was safe to go to the car to investigate but my instincts dragged me from the gate of my building to across the road and next to the car. What happened in that half an hour is what I call my most unforgettable memory.I could see a man pacing up and down, drenched and injured. At first when I saw him, he looked inebriated as he was losing his balance now and then. But as I went near him, I was sure it was the injury and not any substance that was causing him to tip.

was raining hard that night. In my hurry to get into the house, I didn't notice the black car parked across the road. I realized something was wrong when I could see someone hovering around the car. I wasn't sure if it was safe to go to the car to investigate but my instincts dragged me from the gate of my building to across the road and next to the car. What happened in that half an hour is what I call my most unforgettable memory.I could see a man pacing up and down, drenched and injured. At first when I saw him, he looked inebriated as he was losing his balance now and then. But as I went near him, I was sure it was the injury and not any substance that was causing him to tip.Excuse me Sir! Can I help you? I