The unfinished story of Dhaka

Everyone ask me about the Dhaka trip when they first see me after the trip. At first I am still quite patient of explaining about the traffic, about the people, about the food and the hotel...Soon I got bored of repeating the same thing again and again, and the stories go shorter and shorter. The only thing that still fresh in my memories, is the shadow of the little girl that begged money from me. The way she followed us bare footed along the street, the fact that she is so tiny and thin...The guiltiness that I didn't give money to her although I really feel to... Some say that we are not helping them by giving them the money, it will only make a habit for them to beg for living instead of learning to earn for one. But from the very beginning, do they have a choice? Looking at my friend's daughter that is merely 2 years old, she is blessed with rich parents, sitting in comfortable Benz and BMW and staying in a fully air-conditioned 3 storey luxury house...while this girl in the busy street of Dhaka has to beg for warm and food to fill the stomach. Was it fair? I really can't reason it out...