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One day I went for a picnic with my family in a desert 

located near Sadikabad. We started playing "Freeze 

Target"   and enjoyed a lot. Then mum called us to have 

some snacks. We were eating our yummy bread rolls 

when I saw some poor people   living in small,dirty 

temporary huts. They were wearing dirty clothes with 

no shoes. My mother told me that these people were 

called nomads which meant people moving from place 

to place.

We decided to have some chat with those people and 

find out more about them. When we went close I saw 

a young girl carrying a heavy pot filled with water. I 

ran towards her to offer my help.

I tried to help her but she replied 

softly, "No, I'm OK, I am habitual 

to do this task."

I gave her a sweet smile and 

helped her to carry that pot. 

Meanwhile some of the other 

innocent children gathered around 

us.

When I went further I saw a girl collecting pieces of a broken 

ceramic bowl.

The pieces of bowl were very sharp 

and hurt her. I helped that small 

girl. 

Then I looked at some other 

children playing in the heaps of 

garbage. That place was full of 

bad smell and germs.

I moved forward and peeped into 

their poor huts. They were made 

up of skins on a frame of wood and 

covered with grass. 

I visited all the places where they 

spend their life. There was no 

electricity, no supply of running 

water in their huts. Life was just a 

misery there.

I felt sad when I saw their way of 

living. Then I saw some women 

who were doing embroidery on 

some colourful dresses. I talked to 

them and was surprised to see 

their skill and talent. 

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