A Trip Down Skid Row

Today some friends and I took the leftovers dinner bags from last night's CAIR Manzanar trip to Skid Row on San Julian St. in Downtown LA. I was nervous and anxious on our way there. I wasn't sure what to expect. I had heard much about this area of downtown. Never have I seen so much loss and agony in one place. Going up and down the street, there were countless men and women walking about aimlessly, sleeping on the sidwalk or lounging. Looking into the faces of the people I saw the pain and loss as well as the dilapitated compliant conditions around them.

Homelessness is a complicated issue. Many of these homeless people could just be down on their luck, mentally ill, veterans to a country that has forsaken them, some could be criminals and fugitives, others may not even be homeless! But nonetheless the state of these people and the condition in which they continue to persist and endure through should not and cannnot be ignored. It is a matter of humanity. To help the poor and defend the weak. Yet despite these grounded idealouges I found myself skwirmming at the sight. I am ashamed to find in myself the feelings of fear, a fear of this strange new world so distant from my conception of home, a fear of saftey, a fear of losing some insignificant material possession. It was a surreal experience. I had always heard of people going to places like this and saying they couldn't believe they were still in America, however you can never truely know what that means unless you go for youself and see it with your own eyes! It hits home taking over your greatest securities of saftey and the idea of the perfect American Dream.

We drove through the street once, surveying a good place to drop the food off. The street itself was only the beginning, all around the block, there were people minding their own business, just a block away from the polic station. After the first drive through we came around again and stopped at a Volunteer Center. There we dropped the 22 sandwich bags containing a turkey sandwich, chips, apple and cookies in a courtyard of more than 50 people. As soon as we dropped it, people swarmmed around the food, taking a bag and devearouing it.

Although we surely did not contribute to ending poverty in America, this experience has brought to surface feelings of my own ungratefullness and weakness. I pray to Allah(swt) to strengthen me as a person, to help me fear him alone and I seek his forgiveness and mercy, I ask Allah(swt) to alleviate the pains of poverty and to give guidance to those who have gone astray. I thank Allah(swt) for his bountiless blessings. As it says in the Qu'ran,

"He has completed His blessings upon you, in open and hidden ways" [31:20]

We can truley never be able to express ourselves in way that would do justice for the innumerable blessings we are each given. But we can say Alhumdullialah and be grateful when we have the opportunity to do so, especially for the greatest blessing of all, faith, something that many of the people of Skid Row have lost. I will definately be going again, if you'd like to join let me know.