A true struggling life
GMB Akash, Photojournalist
After my father’s death, I truly realised how hard life is and what my father had done every day in order to give us food three times a day and a place for sleeping without any responsibility!
My father was a day labourer and he used to work on people’s lands! He never even had work every day! But he was a happy person and he never let us face any scarcity of anything. My mother and I were his happiness! And my mother was the happiest wife ever! We even had nothing besides a bed in our home.My father used to say always to us “After a whole day of hard work when I come back home and see both of your smiling faces, I forget all my pain and struggle!”
I never understood what the worth was of those five-taka nuts that he used to bring for us after his work every day.
I never did anything in my life! Nor did I help my father. I was the only son in our family, so my father and mother never let me know about the anguish of life and the struggles they endured! Whatever the situation was, my father let me continue my education!But after my father passed away, our life became devastating and so gloomy! Even just managing a meal three times a day for me and for my mother was the most difficult work in our lives. There was no work for me in our village! And I had no idea about working on people’s lands so nobody gave me work. I was willing to do anything but there are very few opportunities to earn at this young age.
But I could not bear to see my mother’s face without food. Last month I came to Dhaka to work as a day labourer. It was very difficult in the beginning! But I did not give up! Every time I wanted to give up, my father’s face appeared in front of me!
Now I work as a day-labourer. I carry heavy loads of coal, sand and stones! I can earn 300 taka every day for my mother and me!
I have learnt that hunger and responsibility are heavier than this load of coal, sand and stones!_ Younus
(Collected from GMB’s facbook page)