Helpless

Part 1

I have no friends, nor love, whom I trust,

I have put my disillusion into poems.

The unknown world seemed to be the smooth of a lake,

until the soul became stained.

 -- Abai kunanbaev

Allah, created this world and created the human being, bestowed upon them the gift of life, either "happiness" or "misfortune". And one of these two would accompany them throughout the journey of life. However, why is "misfortune" constantly clinging to us, while "happiness" hides or slips away silently? Thus, why does the number of pitiable and unfortunate individuals increase? Whenever I fail to find the answer to this question, this story keeps resurfacing in my mind...

The cause of the "unfortunate" fate that had befallen this helpless child was alcohol. Within those clear and vibrant eyes, there was always a trace of melancholy. Whenever I came across the gaze of this innocent child, so tender, delicate, and pure, those dark and somber eyes, I could not help but bow my head involuntarily... A melancholic expression enveloped me... As if the eyes that should be brimming with the joy, carefreeness, and doting love of childhood had been shrouded in a layer of sadness, anguish, and melancholy, unable to find the bright gaze that belonged to that age...

"Who on earth invented alcohol? Without this bane, I wouldn't have to go hungry, and my mother would be as decent as Arman and Aydos' parents. I would also be able to eat my fill, wear clean clothes like other children, and play carefree..." These thoughts incessantly surged in the child's mind, a young heart frets in its own way, troubled by the quest for answers to many questions. When he suddenly posed such a question to me, I was engulfed in confusion. I prepared to go to work as usual, yet within my consciousness, I was constantly searching for that child, and at this very moment, he appeared before me.

- "Hello! Sister," he said with a melancholic gaze, his eyes filled with tears as he spoke.

-"How are you, little cutey? Did you come out to play?" I didn't know what to say.

- "Can you tell me why my mother asks for alcohol? And why don't you drink alcohol?" he asked.

- "Alcohol, it is not something good, so I never touch it... As for your mother, perhaps you should go and ask her yourself..." I smiled helplessly.

- "Can you help me find a mother who doesn't drink?"

- "Alas, there is only one mother, and not everyone is qualified to be a mother. How do I explain this to you?" I was all at sea. I never expected such mature thoughts to exist in a child's mind. As for the question of who invented alcohol and why people become so addicted to it, I truly cannot find an answer.