Under a tin roof on the pavement, a little girl named Ruhi spends her days watching the world go by.
Her eyes — deep and beautiful, like the rain-soaked sky — hold a story of quiet pain and boundless dreams.

Born and raised on the streets, Ruhi dreams of a life beyond hunger and dust.
She wants to go to school.
She wants to become a lawyer — to fight for those who have no voice, to stand for the rights of the poor.

At such a tender age, Ruhi already knows that her only address is an orphan’s corner of the world.
In the eyes of society and the state, she belongs to the forgotten — those whose worth is measured by the coins they don’t have.

Every day, she sits beside the road, wrapped in emptiness.
There is no schedule for her meals — hunger comes and goes like the wind.
Perhaps the poor do not eat to live; they live to survive another day.
Her life moves through the rhythm of begging, each coin a wound of shame she must bear to stay alive.

Once, Ruhi wanted to work in a house — to live with dignity, to earn with her own hands.
But cruelty and humiliation drove her back to the street, where she now sleeps again beneath the stars.

Maybe your small act of kindness can be the first light in Ruhi’s dark world.
Even a place in an orphanage could mean life for her — a life where she dares to dream again.

Be not her mother, father, or brother —
but be her companion in change.
Hold her hand,
and together, let’s bring Ruhi back to hope.