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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