May We Do Better

My heart is so heavy with sorrow.

How can people be so shallow,
showing no regard or compassion?
They talk about well-being, but when their own actions contradict the very well-being they preach, it feels so hollow.

Sir has been here for more than four years.
He was given less than ten days' notice to vacate and relocate.
He wasn’t even given the chance to say goodbye to his students.
The decision was communicated only after the school had closed for vacations.
The students will not see him when they return.

A life that was almost settled here is now being asked to leave — with less than seven days at hand.
His to-and-fro tickets were booked, but now he cannot return.
Not for those final visits, not for those farewell chats, not even for a well-deserved farewell from the school and the students he gave his heart to.

They talk about being a family — I call the bluff.

He passionately taught. He humbly served.
A wise and kind man, who gave more than he was asked for — and yet he was asked to leave without a proper goodbye.

Now, all this is my assumption.
Nothing has been officially declared.
But putting all the pieces together, I believe I am not far from the truth.

My heart weeps.
My soul cries.
I am deeply disturbed.

O Lord, I believe You placed me here.
I believe You have reasons for letting me witness this.
Let me take my lessons.
Let me etch them deep within.
And let me run — as You would have me run.

"In a world that talks of compassion, real humanity is still rare. May we choose to be better."