He left at the mercy of the streets Written by Muhammad Iqbal August 2025
He left at the mercy of the streets
London, England – the 1970s, click here what happenedhttps://pxt.pinealxt.com/ds/presentation/index.php#aff=iqbal276b8sc
She had no shoes – but she gave birth to her children. This was enough. It is enough to sit. It is enough to breathe. Sufficiently for hope.
On glossy stones on Fleet Street Street, Qaqa chanted horse -drawn vehicles and coal smoke whistle, as well as people who were rushing well. But behind these streets was another world – a world of black soot, disease, hunger and forgotten spirits.
Under a dilapidated stone corridor, it is located between a skin tanning and a brick wall, a woman sat. The Earth was cold and wet. Her dress was from another time, torn on the edge, her feet naked, wrapped her arms around two young children. She clung to her as a flower folding her petals in the rain.
Once, it may have been a washing machine or a trained sewing. But the disease – a cough that will not heal, or a lost child due to fever – take everything. In the Victorian London, poverty was not met with mercy. There were only three tracks: harsh poor neighborhoods, harsh work, or open street. She chose the street. Because work will tear her children from her arms.
The city, which has now been inflated from one hundred thousand to six million people, was full of hikers in the dirty alleys and “Rokereries” – the poorest of the neighborhoods. Five families to one room, no sewage, no water. The Times flowed with filth and disease. Cholera, diphtheria, tuberculosis, and typhoids.
She had seen friends dying. Children fade. But every night, her children told her a story – not how life was, but how life should be: warm stove, fragrant meals, a soft family, and windows through which smoking cannot be smoked, but the flowers can be seen.
Sometimes, freeing falls at its feet. Often, nothing at all.
Then one day, a photographer arrived. He did not say anything, just cleaned his lens and looked through smoky fog. The woman did not sit in a straight position, and did not smile. She only looked at the child in her arms – and in one click, the moment was taken forever.
History will never remember its name. But her image lasts – for a mother, facing a cold and indifferent world, she remained a shield for her children.
This image is not despair, but from patience, love, and an unbreakable spirit.
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