A friend of mine, Yasmine Adel, wrote this and I thought it was definitely worth publishing:
My hand didn’t touch his as I handed him the money.
He thanked me and turned around.
He didn’t notice that I saw him do it.
Saw him kissing the money before putting it into the pocket of his waiter’s shirt.
He thanked the Lord for 50 peanut pounds.
Those 50 pounds were worth two very long days of work.
He had to serve sandwiches and coffee twice, once at 11am and then at 1 pm.
He stood in that dull meeting room next to the coffee table from 9 am to 4 pm for two days waiting to be a waiter and serve tea to important men and women wearing suits and speaking in English. Some were blond and looked funny. Still he felt proud that the UN always calls him for catering and serving.
Their faces seem so serious in meetings as they talk about money, global funds, and internal politics.
People who talk about millions of dollars given away from pamphlets to be translated to Arabic about poverty in the world.
Ahmed Sabry from the Marriott Bakery…you broke my heart today…and made me hate what I do even more. Your job is more noble than mine, simply because it doesn’t have the pretense of world salvation!