This morning I went with Melissa to help with the El Marg project. Our high school students need volunteer hours before they are able to graduate. By helping with the El Marg Project they can earn volunteer hours and provide guidance and enrichment for the El Marg children. These children are very poor and live in poverty. There is garbage dumped nearby and a few hundred meters their homes, is a slaughter house. The affluent from this place runs into the slow moving ( if they move at all) waters of the canal by their road. It is a smelly place to say the least. The children are great, they love to play games and are so smart. One little girl is so small but very smart. These children, although they are poor, may be some of the more fortunate of the poor in Cairo. We meet the bus to take us to El Marg at a Coffee shop. Every day there is a tattered and dirty child sitting on the steps of the coffee shop. Since we can’t speak Arabic, we can’t talk to him, but we suspect he is a street child. We must remember how lucky we are to live in Canada.
Saturday 29 March 2008
El Marg Children
This morning I went with Melissa to help with the El Marg project. Our high school students need volunteer hours before they are able to graduate. By helping with the El Marg Project they can earn volunteer hours and provide guidance and enrichment for the El Marg children. These children are very poor and live in poverty. There is garbage dumped nearby and a few hundred meters their homes, is a slaughter house. The affluent from this place runs into the slow moving ( if they move at all) waters of the canal by their road. It is a smelly place to say the least. The children are great, they love to play games and are so smart. One little girl is so small but very smart. These children, although they are poor, may be some of the more fortunate of the poor in Cairo. We meet the bus to take us to El Marg at a Coffee shop. Every day there is a tattered and dirty child sitting on the steps of the coffee shop. Since we can’t speak Arabic, we can’t talk to him, but we suspect he is a street child. We must remember how lucky we are to live in Canada.
