Today’s story - ’Lost Child’

mangaloretoday.com/ GMB Akash

My mother flew me when my father wanted to make me disable, after my birth, so that he can use me, for begging. I do not know, what my mother actually does; she sleeps whole day and works at night when I sleep.

We live in street, our neighbors and police calls me ’whore’s daughter’, mom told me not to reply them, as bad people always talk bad. I am a flower seller, I sell flowers, I do not beg. But people have no time to look at flowers. I pop into the window of big cars and see beautiful children, with their parents. Sometimes I wonder, didn’t their dad want to sell their organ or want to make them disable for begging!

One day a rich mom buy all my flowers for her girl but when the girl wanted to give me money, she said not to touch me, I might have disease. The baby girl threw the money in the air and I caught. The day made me best flower seller among all’

– Lutfa


GMB Akash
Artist · Dhaka, Bangladesh