A sad story
"Rahim is 7 years old. He has no memory of his parents. He has no worldly possessions, and sleeps on the pavements of Kamalapur railway station in the metropolis of Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. The only people he knows are the other street urchins, who are more fortunate than him. He passes his days hearing of the amazing streets of the capital from the other street urchins while feeding himself off the leftovers of the desolate makeshift stalls of the nearby slum, brought to him by the street kids. As he grows up, he realizes that his habit of dependency will not be supported much longer by others, but his state has left him incapacitated along with the frequent bouts of illness all throughout the year. Rahim, in his never ending waits, had often thought of working in the local car mechanic shop. His curiosity about machines arose from the engines of the trains that he saw all day passing by, the same engines which had dispossessed him of his legs. Meanwhile, one of his friends became an apprentice at that shop and managed to move up from his current status, as the friend became capable of at least affording meager but comparatively hygienic meals. Medicines for illnesses were absolutely out of Rahim's reach whereas his friend could at least afford medicine when ill.
With the end of month pay, his friend could now afford to buy an old tatter of a cloth, but Rahim lay bare-chested, getting the wheezing cough from the cold nights. His friend now managed a place to sleep inside the shop, while Rahim got soaked in the sudden midnight drizzle. Rahim's friend now at 13 years of age, is a happier, healthier person compared to our miserable Rahim. His friend dreams of growing up to become an engineer, but Rahim cannot even dream of searching for a job. How can he, when he cannot even move 3 yards by himself, and even the cheapest wheelchair is entirely out of his reach. His friend now goes to the evening charity school in the neighboring slum, while Rahim lies emaciated, and utterly hopeless, on the filthy platforms of the railway station. Rahim does not even dare to dream."
With the end of month pay, his friend could now afford to buy an old tatter of a cloth, but Rahim lay bare-chested, getting the wheezing cough from the cold nights. His friend now managed a place to sleep inside the shop, while Rahim got soaked in the sudden midnight drizzle. Rahim's friend now at 13 years of age, is a happier, healthier person compared to our miserable Rahim. His friend dreams of growing up to become an engineer, but Rahim cannot even dream of searching for a job. How can he, when he cannot even move 3 yards by himself, and even the cheapest wheelchair is entirely out of his reach. His friend now goes to the evening charity school in the neighboring slum, while Rahim lies emaciated, and utterly hopeless, on the filthy platforms of the railway station. Rahim does not even dare to dream."