This is the story of the last few months of life for a little Nepalese girl called Juntara.
It’s told by Maggie Doyne, founder of Kopila Valley Children’s Home and School, Surkhet, Nepal (Blinknow.org).
I felt compelled to collect Maggie’s blog posts together and to share the story with you. I hope you read it.
“Look at the photo again. It’s easy to see the ugly. The fact that this little girl hasn’t visited a doctor since this started 5 years ago. You can feel the physical pain of it. You can hear the teasing and the taunting. “I can’t see,” she told me. “It really hurts,” “”I spend most of my time inside so that people don’t have to see me.” She hasn’t been to school.
Look again now. And this time see the beautiful.”
Links to Maggie Doyne’s blog posts:
i carry your heart with me
E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)