TEHRAN -- Mother is far from being a kind person to him. Father is not his supporter.

For him summer does not mean the season of traveling to the north, with its beautiful seashore, nor is winter the beautiful scenes of snow falling and the warmth of the fire.

Norouz (Iranian New Year) doesn't mean goldfish, coins, a mirror, the Qoran and such things.

Life is not a bittersweet story for him but a heavy load which he can not get rid of. He is not tired of the heaviness of the load. What bothers him is the fact that no one is kind to him or praises him.

He is alone in this heartless world where people are not like him. He must endure many difficulties in order to enjoy some of life's blessings.

Whenever he lies on a bench in a park, many questions come to his mind. "Why was my life, my destiny, like this?" His grandmother, who lives in a dark and damp room, always gives the same answer, "It was our fate. That's it."

His uncle, who takes him to the center of the city every day, knows the answer, too. He is forced to live like this because his mother is an addict and his father is in prison.

His mother, beginning a long story of poverty and disease leading her to addiction, knows why he lives this way.

His father knows the answer as well: a father who had to support a large family when he was a young man.

These children are victims of their parents' mistakes, everyone knows, but it is hard for me to understand.

Why is he sitting on the street corner instead of siting in school? Why? I don't know exactly. But I am certain that his sad fate could be turned into a bright future with open arms full of kindness.

With the help of caring people and hope in God's assistance, he can have a better life in this green world.