Community Spirit

Came home to my parents and found our wonderful neighbour Mrs M had popped in to see my parents.

This is what I call true community spirit. When they don't see each other in the street, they all visit one another, or ask after each other.

There are only a few families left who have lived in the street as long as my parents have. Many have passed away or moved, many others have come and gone, and new families have settled here. However the few who have remained over 3 decades have so much love and support for one another. Even if it's a "Hello" in the street or running each other’s errands, no one is left feeling alone.

We forget the importance of our duty towards our neighbours. How much difference something so simple can make. The difference can be restoring hope in times of despair.

This is home. This is community.

"This street is still awash with our cuts, grazes and scars, our laughter, tears and mischief. Every corner hold secrets of our childhood. These bricks are made of memories and cemented with stories of our past." Aisha Mirza