There was a street corner where a young girl, no more than seven or eight, used to stand, begging for food and money. She was usually found there morning to night, in her tattered clothes, grimy face and disheveled hair.
On this day, a young banker from a well to do family passed by that corner of the street. He noticed the girl in a casual glance and being busy on his phone, moved on. However later that night when he had returned to his high-end apartment and was being served a luxurious dinner he was suddenly reminded of that hungry young girl.
He felt anger rising in him.
He turned silently to God and asked “How can you let this happen to someone so innocent. Why don’t you do something to help that girl”.
Later that night, he dreamed of God, telling him “I already did. I created you.”