One fine day my step father took me
outside near a jungle offering me a Packet of Potato chips when my
mother was at working as a maid at someone’s home. I wish I would have
known that the worth of the chips would be more than my life!
Soon after reaching at the jungle, he tied me with a rope and I asked
out with fear that ,”Papa, why did u tie me?” Without any answer he
started to hit on my hand with brick and I started to scream like
anything because of severe pain. Then he put a towel into my mouth so
that I can’t make any sound. Right after that he cut my hand.
Afterwards, he removed the towel and I begged him for not cutting my
another hand as I wanted to eat rice with my own hand. The brutal man
didn’t paid any heed to it but cut off the rest.
Not only that, he hit on my head, back and legs to kill me and then
put me in a sack and threw me into a pond. Perhaps God was kind enough
to save me from being murdered! Generous passers-by found me beside that
pond and took me to Dhaka Medical College hospital.
That’s the story of my life and now I stay at Airport railway station and study in a Madrasha.
Writer & Photographer: Razu Rahman
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