A Message From Noorie - Barsha Bista
A message from Noorie Post author on A message from Noorie Hi humans, I’m Noorie. I don’t exactly know how old i’m. I didn’t even have a name when i was little. I used to live in the streets with my mom and my other six siblings. We had no home, we were dirty and full of ticks and fleas and we used to wander all the time around different gallis with our mom. We used to eat whatever thrown pieces of leftover or stale food we could find by digging up the garbage. Except for sometimes, when some kind people would offer us biscuits or something nice to eat. Most of the times, our mom couldn’t take good care of us so she’d just let us be by ourselves but she always stuck around to watch over us. One day, a tragic event took place in our life. We were playing in an open public playground when some kids came. They kicked and chased us away. Our mom was shouting(barking) at them telling them to leave us alone. We rolled up at one corner and saw them grabbing our mom by her le...

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