As I was tucking myself to bed after a long exhausting day at work, my hand automaticlly reached out to my phone to run a quick check on my social media platforms. An hour later my eyes were open as wide as humanly possible, and suddenly it hit me, Eid is approaching and I haven’t gotten any gift to a long list of nephews and nieces.
A quick search on what is trendy was my way out. With the help of a few applications, I managed to get the must haves for this season for 3 nephews and 2 nieces whose tastes in clothes differ like snowflakes. This was my definition of working out the last minute “shopping for gifts” dilemma. Upon delivery of my purchases, I checked out the material, and that all items match the images on the application I used. All is set and ready to be delivered with hugs and kisses on the first day of Eid.
Another sleepless Ramadani night. A pang of guilt creeped on me as I recalled that last-minute extra shot of espresso I added to my after-iftar coffee. My choice of escaping the dreaded insomnia on a weekday was social media of course, and that’s when I learned the biggest lesson in my life, at the not-so-young age of 35.
As I was browsing, a short video by OMO urging viewers to share a touch of love this Ramadan, popped up where young boys were donating their own clothes to the less fortunate to draw smiles on their faces. This video moved me, and the joy of the gifts I got my nephews, those perfectly wrapped outfits that I felt super-excited about vanished as I realized I can give a much bigger, more valuable gift.
As I was browsing, I came across a short video by OMO urging viewers to share a touch of love this Ramadan, by donating clothes to give hope to someone in need – the many people in this world that cannot feel the joy of having new clothes for Eid. This video moved me, and the excitement of the gifts I got my nephews, those perfectly wrapped outfits that I felt super-excited about vanished as I realized I could give a much bigger, more valuable gift.
The clothes laying on the coffee table in front of me had a completely different meaning now, it is no more mere fabric, it’s no more “must-haves for your little fashionista”. These clothes are the lifelines for the less fortunate.
I passed on the lesson to my nephews as we decide to donate the clothes I got them through OMO’s “Share a Touch of Love This Ramadan” campaign. The kids were over the moon when Uber’s driver picked up our donation.
Those gifts, thanks to OMO’s are delivered to those who are in dire need for a big dose of love, warmth, and happiness.
To know more about the campaign, please visit: facebook.com/OMOArabia