The story behind this samosa

I guess everyone knows what samosa is and must have tasted it countless of times b4.Yes this one is just like millions of samosas out there,but hold it!! It has a touching story behind it....

Here in Volgograd halal meat is scarce let alone cooked halal food so whenever somebody sells food in hour hostel it will be sold out in less than an hour.Pitiful hungry kids we are!

One evening i was feeling sooo hungry.I didnt cook that day and all this is due to the cold weather.It made me want to curl up inside my blanket and hibernate forever. But my phisiology needs suddenly decided to go against my laziness system and forced me to wake up and go to the kitchen to prepare something.Alas,there was nothing at all!Due to my laziness all that was left is just...a half-used butter.No milk,no noodles,nothing.Absolutely nothing!

Then i heard a friend of mine asking out loud for samosa orders and i immediately gave my name.


While i was munching it,another friend of mine said that this samosa was made by a widow.Her husband......died?.....lost? we are not very sure bout that.She lives with her 13 year old daughter,the one who sent the samosas to our hostel.She is very poor.Not enough money for food?maybe.........not enough money to give her daughter a proper education?maybe...I looked at the samosa in my hand for a long time and my thoughts wonder.....Thank u Lord,for everything that i have