Posts Tagged ‘education in India’

Buy a Girl Her Life Back…The Girl Store

In India, it is not yet past history that girls are sold into marriage, sexual slavery, or forced labor. What we do know now in the day and age of global awareness, is that girls who are allowed to pursue an education have a higher sense of self worth and tend to not fall off the charts and into situations like these over which they have no control. Education pulls girl children out of the miasma…but affording an education is still the block. Financial struggle is enough to snuff out her dreams and force her to resign herself to a life without control.

The Girl Store is a bit of clever marketing from the Nanhi Kali Foundation that is dedicated to the girls of India. At the Girl Store, you simply pledge to purchase specific items needed to send a girl to school. $22 for school books, for example. $19 for a backpack or math kit. $10 for a school uniform, $14 for the uniform shoes (uniforms are often required to attend school, and can be the difference in a family affording to send their daughter). It is a highly visual website with girls and their particular requirements laid out for easy connection to your heart, and ideally, your wallet. Check it out, but a lunch set or fourth-grade workbook, and help get another girl into a life where she makes decisions for herself. You can also sponsor a child for a full year for just $65 (grades 1-7) or $85 (grades 8-10). The concept of “Buying a Girl” is provocative, and while the campaign is slick (and controversial) it should not be loaded by us with all the additional baggage our political correctness can unduly add. Be clear about the effort, the intent, and the full execution of the plan, to Buy a Girl Her Life Back.

12-year-old Girl Teaches & Runs School for Village Children

Lookout World, with kids like Bharti Kumari coming along, you’re never going to be the same. Abandoned as a baby in a Bihar, India train station, the girl has decided to take the education of her peers in Kusumbhara village into her own hands—she is now the headmistress of their makeshift, improvised school.

Bharti walks two hours each day to her lessons at a school in another village, and gladly attends classes from 10AM-3PM, but before she leaves in the morning, and after she returns home each afternoon, Bharti sits by a tree and teaches lessons in English language, math, and Hindi to 40 of her fellow villagers. These are the only lessons the 40 pupils, aged 4-10, get access to—like the ten million other Indian children whose parents are too poor to allow their children to pursue an education (they are, instead, required to work to try and help feed the family). Intensifying the struggle, since this summer, 30 schools in this turmoil-filled region have been blown up by Maoist rebel terrorists.

In spite of the violence, oppression, and odds of life all stacked against them, the kids gather at the mango tree each day to glean what they can from Headmistress Bharti.

Where does the buck stop in each of our lives? If not me, who?