Jonathan's forlorn face smelt something fishy for his beloved bosom friend Jennifer.
"What happened?"
"Hi Jen. Nothing." He brushed aside her concern. "Don't bluff!" pat came the reply.
She saw him eye to eye.
"Eight years ago, because of my unscrupulous uncle, we were blatantly cheated and we lost our living space, Jen" replied Jon, breaking down in tears.
"This ineffaceable blemish was tormenting our minds even though it happened quite a long time ago." said Jon wiping down his tears.
"Did you hear anything about Refugees?" She asked him.
"Yes." Replied Jon.
"Where are they going to live henceforth?" Jen shouted.
"They lost everything, Jon."
"You know." "They lost their joy, most importantly their invaluable living space in their own places."
She continued, "In twitter, I followed one account UNHCR. My heart used to pain whenever I hear that millions and millions of refugees are running away from homes due to war and persecution."
"At least, now you have some rented space to live, some clothes to wear, some food to eat, and some people to support you. But what about them?" questioned Jen with a trembling voice and with her eyes moistened in tears.
"Of late, I am reading some encouraging news that the refugees are getting success by sheer hard work in the places they went about for their survival. But not every refugee’s story is knitted with success. Only The God can save them from their precarious situation!" replied Jen sadly.
