The dark clouds are spreading. It was an evening before Eid and its getting dark. The humidity level was high but the evening breeze making its effect making the whole environment pleasant. People from different backgrounds might be planning to go out to make their evening beautiful. The half covered rooftop cafes are city elite’s favorite. For many, it was a perfect evening. But not for him. Rain always bring him more misery and hardship. The small post raindrops are starting to fall and giving the prediction of the heavy rain. He was looking at the sky thinking of his strategy for the evening. He quickly collects his things which are not more than a small bowl and a shawl with a lot of holes in it. By the look, it seems that the original color was lost long ago because of the dirt and erosion. The next challenge for him to find shelter and some food. He was 12 but the hardships made him more aware of the daily life threats than a lot of adults
Child labor laws are in place but exist only in books. However, what’s the point of making them as labor is the last source of some food and they are trying to take this away from him. Thoughts in 12 years mind are very strange. But it was impossible to find some work at this time so he have to stay empty stomach for the night.
He shock his head to find a bridge to stay under. But he was aware of the fact that, at times like these it is very tough to find someplace there to lay down. But he still got to try. He’s now running towards a direction. By the time he got to the bridge, the drizzle made him all wet. He is shivering. His worst nightmare turns out to be true. People like him are already there. The good places are occupied by strong. His shawl is all wet. He turns back again, looking at the sky like assessing something. The small water drops making way from his dirty face to the chin and starts dripping. He quickly runs along the road. Last time he cried was three years ago when his little sister died of a fever but today again he feels his eyes wet but probably from the rain. Suddenly a massive billboard caught his attention. He quickly finds a dry place under it and sat wrapping his hands around his legs and put his head between them. The billboards above was an advertisement for Eid sale of a clothing brand. He was happy earlier that tomorrow on Eid day He’ll collect some meat and money from homes but now his happiness washed away with this rain.
The rain stops but his misery does not. The 1.2 million children like him are on the streets of some town, city or village of this country. 72% do not have any family. There is no definition of children in street as not only in this country but all over the world. They are often those who do not have a place to go in the evening after work or labor. Physical humiliation, Sexual abuse, and dangerous work environment are “routine” problems for them. This is the evening of August, suddenly a shop near the billboard switch on his speakers. The music travels with the wind and breaking the rain sound.
“Ye watan tumhara ha, tum ho passban is k”
“To you belongs this country, and you are its sentinels”