Our arms carry our kids forever – they are our only living fruit (even when we are no more or when they are no more).

We do not give life to children to serve us since two till death!

It is hard to understand the life of the poor when you yourself never experienced the poverty that you have to share with your children, their eyes, sickness, dreams.

How many of us teach our own children to be dignified, free? How many of us knowingly teach them to be poor? How many dignified, free men does our society, our world need?...

The one who has children has branches – cannot fit in a sole waiting, a single silence.

Be there next time happiness visits you.