The call for namaz cut through the chilly morning air as the birds scattered for their daily first flight. He turned in his half-awake state, knowing today was going to be no different from the previous. His eyes swollen from the lack of sleep, he turned onto his side, slipped his feet onto the floor and shuffled to his bathroom.
He met his own eyes in the mirror, staring back with a fire that lit them up from the depths of his soul. It was a fire he'd never seen before. His eyes were still a dull red from the lack of sleep, but the fire was unmistakable.
After hours of toiling through the ramshackle, make-shift huts, they had saved seven precious lives. A covert operation, after months of over-time, they had rescued seven; not just one or two-precious, whole lives. No matter how many rejections he'd received over the phone, no matter how many unenthusiastic volunteers had shattered his conviction in humanity, he had stood up for his own beliefs. It was that one extra mile, that one vestige of determination that ensured that 7 children, who society had indiscriminately neglected, would not be trafficked, raped and maimed. "They would worry about homework and work for chocolate", his eyes smiled.
He picked up his toothbrush as the alarm went off in the depths of his bedroom. "Another day", his mind squeaked, but oh, his heart soared. He would never forget the spark he'd felt. He'd waited for this moment his entire life, the moment he could meet his own eyes in the mirror and they would reassure him, he'd made a difference.
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