Hot Pita Distributing Foundation
She had done her shopping and was in the queue for the pita bread with a bag in her hand. His eye fell on someone. A young man. Bag in hand, ironed dress, tie around his neck… He was looking around vaguely. Even though it was his turn, he would not go into the oven, he was nervously giving his turn to the one behind him. The tail melted like butter with the newly released pitas. But astonishment. The man left the place with heavy steps before entering. The gentleman who followed him gathered his courage for the sake of the holy blessed day and approached this man. The man was married and had a child. He was unemployed for several months. That morning, when he left the house, he had money for the round trip and bread for the evening. His wife had ironed his trousers and shirt in the evening, hoping "maybe this time": "Let them dress well so that they don't refuse," he said.
So, did he get a job? No… They had the application form filled. They also paid him registration fee. There were many institutions that were eyeing the nation's bread and butter in order to give them jobs. If a hundred people came for work until the evening, the "registration fee" would cost a lot. That's a separate issue…
Here's the guy just calculated the money in his pocket. When he gave his bread money for the registration form, he only had money to go home. Even if he buys bread, he can't buy it… We can't ask for bread like a beggar. Especially the last sentence is interesting:
-Maybe you wouldn't believe it, but if you only knew, there are many needy people walking around like me on the street like a man…
"Friend, this is not charity, it's an iftar meal, please," I said, and handed the bag to this man. He was devastated by what he had witnessed. He looked at the iftar tables on TV that evening… And that unemployed man remembered him and others like him. It was very sad for humanity. Was it all visual? In a documentary, he said that a Seljuk vizier named Fahrettin Ali bin Hüseyin bin Ebubekir established a foundation in Sivas and that the foundation bought hot pita bread and distributed it to the poor as alms through muezzins. He opened his iftar that evening a little sad but happy…