To Be Humane

I have two things in my mind; 'What was Humanity?' for my English assignment and how am I going to submit it on time?

 

Mrs. Diane gave me this assignment, last Monday. It has been over a week and I still have not done anything about it other than waste my time thinking about 'HUMANITY'.

 

"Farra, what are you doing up there?" asked my older sister, Ehsana.

 

"I am doing my homework, what do you want now?" I asked Ehsana, displeased with interruption.

 

"Come here, I have something to show you," she said, anxious.

 

I ran downstairs to the front door. Ehsana leaned on to the gate of our house. The gate was a little open on one side, enough to put a head through it. Ehsana let her hand clutch the ambient metal. I looked through the window.

 

"What are you doing, putting your head through that gate, you know about the rabid dogs, you know how many people have been bitten by those dogs." I scolded Ehsana.

 

"But, Farra, look at that little dog. I think it was wounded when a car hit it. It cannot walk, and it is on the side of the road. It may be crushed by those awful, monster cars." Ehsana said, sympathetically.

 

The road was clear and black. The sides were green grass-like vegetation, littered with garbage and the waste of dogs. Enjoying the street view would mean taking your eye off your shoes, and no-one was about to do that. However, on the other side lay a tired dog, looking almost dead.

 

I don't know much about dogs but it was a white dog with lots of large patches of black. I guessed it was young by the innocent look in its eyes. It was bleeding at the neck, its legs looked numb and paralyzed. I couldn't blame Ehsana for showing sympathy.

 

However, we cannot move it from the roadside because it was forbidden to touch it.

 

"What are you girls doing out there?" asked Mom, surprised at us leaning out the gate.

 

We told her everything.

 

"Leave it, girls. It is not in our hands," said Mom.

 

I went back inside, but Ehsana was insistent we do something. Mom pulled her inside, telling it was not in our hands, repeatedly.

 

Ehsana sat and sulked.

 

"She is like your grandfather, wants to help everyone and everything. Help that rabid dog and get sick with rabies." my Mom told me.

 

After a few hours, Ehsana did something that only she would dare to do. 

 

She marched into the kitchen and took a disposable bowl and filled it with water. Then, determined and smiling and despite my Mom's scolding, she walked out of the house and through the gate. She carefully crossed the road and placed it near the tired dog. Drinking that bit of water gave the dog energy, so it rolled around and tried to get up. It fell a few times. 

 

Ehsana came back into the house. Mom scolded and screamed at her. Mom said that the dog will spread diseases and kill you and many more things.

 

"Whatever you say, Mom, at least I am a human. Did you ever know that only humans can be kind? For me, it was an act of compassion or humanity. For you, it was disobedience. I would not neglect a living being, just because it is filthy, or rabid. I will always put love and care before everything. I will do anything to be humane" said Ehsana, stomping to her room and slamming her door shut.

The next morning, the dog was not there. We believed it was dead and somebody had taken the body away. 

In the evening, Ehsana and I were walking around the house. we saw a dog walking around the house. Ehsana shrieked with excitement.

"Look it is the dog from yesterday. I am sure because it's limping and looks exactly like the dog" Ehsana said, almost crying with happiness.

The dog stopped in front of Ehsana. It sat on the ground and looked at Ehsana with grateful eyes. With those expressive eyes, it said thank you. It walked away into the wilderness called life.

 

Now I know what to write for my English assignment.