Voice of a street child
Voice of a street child
Every day, my life
throws a new challenge to me, a challenge of survival, a challenge to fill my
stomach again, a challenge to fulfill my job no matter how harsh circumstances
are. My life is not like the life of other children, whose infancy starts with
love and care, my life is a little bit different. It is the life which any
parent will never want for his child and any child will never dream of, even in
his worst nightmare.
At the age of 5 when other children go to school
of learning I am taken to the school of “beggary”, an unusual world which
showed me no matter which school you go, life is all about survival. At the age
of 10, when many children like me, play with video games, I struggle to make my
earning for the day. I never dream of having mobile phones as my birthday
present, Instead, I just wanted to have a piece of cloth to protect myself from
this shivering cold. However, in this war of survival I often tasted the
bitterness of failure.
I never understood,
that, why my life is like this …. However I tried to figure it out but was never
successful. I also wanted to taste the mouth – watering delicious dishes which I
have seen many children eating. Apparently ,I must have saved candies and
chocolates for the last but I am not suppose to do that I was required to wash
the dishes after people ate up, I was required to sell the chocolates and work
as vendor ,so that my family could eat for at least, one time.
I always needed to sell the things which are
necessary for others but my requirements were remained only an unaccomplished
dreams.
However, I always try to find a new way
to rejoice my life through different means, whether it is to have fun with some
of my friends during my work or by just enjoying the small moments. I celebrate
what I have , My life , My friends and My Family …………..
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