echara Soup Kitchen (KSK) is a non-religious community action group that distributes food, basic medical aid and counselling to the homeless and urban poor of Malaysia.
Founded by His Eminence Tsem Rinpoche, the Spiritual Guide of the Kechara organisation, KSK is strictly non-religious, being mindful and respectful of others’ beliefs. We do not discriminate in terms of race, gender or culture, our motto being “Hunger Knows No Barriers”. For this reason, our food is vegetarian.
Kechara Soup Kitchen’s mission in the short term, to provide sustenance and basic medical care for the homeless and urban poor in Malaysia.
In the medium term, we aim to provide a permanent soup kitchen building as a place of safety, “off street”, for the distribution of hot food and medical treatment facilities for the homeless, whilst continuing to provide street food delivery to those who are unable to come to the centre.
In the long term, Kechara Soup Kitchen’s mission is to reduce the flow of homeless living on the streets by providing a nurture centre building as a place of training and assistance to help make the homeless employable and for them to re-enter society.
Kechara Soup Kitchen (KSK) is a registered society affiliated to Kechara House. Membership of the society is limited and by invitation only but we welcome all to participate as volunteers. Please note that volunteers have to be approved by the committee.
- The aim of the organisation is to contribute towards improving the society of Malaysia in the scope of feeding the homeless and urban poor and to help those who wish to re-enter society.
- KSK members and volunteers may not criticise our country, government, political leaders, cultures, races and religions.
- We distribute only vegetarian food to the homeless and urban poor.
Let me take you by the hand
And show you
A sight that will make your heart
Here comes my woeful friend,
Emerging from behind the mound
Filth and stench.
He labours his way towards us,
Stooped and bent,
Taking slow and painful steps.
And now he stands before us,
A trembling hand he stretches out,
From the grimy tatters of a ‘sleeve’
Minutes passed of careful effort…
Finally, the parcel of food I offer him
Is safely lodged,
In the grip of two gnarled
He lifts up his face.
And, for an instant,
A smile lights up his eyes
Lim Han Nee