Yesterday afternoon's picture was a little different. I went to the market at the crossroads to look for fresh mangoes. When my mind was imagining the taste of sweet mangoes in search of relief in the heat, my eyes caught sight of a small child in the middle of the market crowd. He was sitting on a simple cart on the side of the road with countless raw and ripe mangoes arranged. Not the four walls of a shop, but only the sidewalk, his workplace.
That child was selling mangoes, who was supposed to have books, notebooks, and play equipment in his hands. But life taught him a lesson in a different reality. He was wearing a simple shirt and pants, with an old weighing scale in his hand. The mangoes were arranged on the pages of a newspaper, with two blue and pink plastic bags next to him. Through this simple arrangement, he was continuing his struggle to survive.
When the child was giving mangoes to the customers, I saw a strange sadness and maturity in his eyes. Instead of the hustle and bustle of the city or the school playground, the deep responsibility of earning a living was revealed there. His eyes seemed to say, "Yes, I am young. But I also have dreams, I have the right to live." His calm but confident expression made me think the most.
Isn't it the responsibility of all of us to ensure a beautiful future for every child in society and the country? Yet we see that young hands are burdened with heavy work. Each street child is the hero of his own story, where struggle is the only companion. Our collective efforts are needed to bring a smile to their faces.
That moment was not just an experience of buying mangoes for me, but it became a means of profound human education. For that unknown boy, I only wish in my heart that one day his life's struggle will end and he too can utilize all his potential. I hope that he finds the world of his dreams. These pictures are just a fragment of the true nature of that life.
| Photography | Details |
|---|---|
| Mobile | Vivo-12A |
| Location | Bangladesh |
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