Incredible Humans are extraordinarily beautiful. And the most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
Undoubtedly their views on life will awe us in wonder. Let’s have some inspiration to celebrate May Day.
‘We do everything a man does, our working hours are same. But when I went to take my wage the manager gave me 50 taka less than my male coworker. I asked what my mistake was. He shouted on me and said, ‘You did more job than him. But you don’t wear shirt. You are a woman. You will get always less.’ Next day I came to work by wearing a shirt. All man laughed at me. I ignored and asked him to pay me equal as I wore shirt after listening to him. I clearly saw he was hesitating and was afraid of my bravery. But again he said, ‘He will pay all women equal if all of us can wear shirt.’ He gave me a smile like a fox. I lost hope, knowing no one will wear a shirt. Next day when I arrived to field all women were wearing their husband’s shirt on the top of their saree. I never could imagine the manager would be this much afraid of seeing us together. He paid all women equal to men for the first time in his ten years of brick field’s history. From that day girls call me, ‘Hero’. I don’t mind!’
Image : © Photojournalist GMB Akash‘I lost my mother when I was very young. I always tried to please my step mother. But I do not know why she never tolerated my shadow. She had beaten me a lot. I used to stand silently the time she has beaten me, I cannot cry, as she told me that if I cry she will throw me from the house. After tolerating all these one day finally she threw me from my home. I cried loudly all night by standing in front of the closed door, but not even my father came out to take me back. I came to Dhaka from Chadpur. I used to roam around all streets and sometimes ate from dustbins. Then one day I got this job, job of a sweeper. But the sad thing is, everyone hates us, no one talked to us. Today I am very happy brother, nobody ever took my photo, no one ever wanted to know if I have something to share. When you will tell my story to people please tell them not to hate us. If we stop cleaning, you will die. We are servant, we go into your rubbish, by becoming dirty we cleanse you, please do not look at us with hatred’
– Md. Rabbi (18)
Image : © Photojournalist GMB Akash‘One day madam bought a girl of nine years old. Her step mother sold her in brothel by spreading the news that she had lost. The step mother was satisfied to get rid of a step daughter for life time and 3000 taka was just a bonus of selling a human being. My madam gave the little girl to me to prepare for clients. She was a doll, her pink chubby cheeks and brown big eyes melted my heart. When she cried and cuddled me at night I felt like that baby was made of milk. I went through forced abortion two times, for me Putul was my lost fetus. I bought her doll to play. After seven days she was able to speak, her first question was, ‘will that madam cut my hands and send me for begging’? I closed my eyes and whispered, ‘they will do much worse than anyone’s imagination’. Madam was impatient and gave me one week to teach her all tricks of business. And I planned something else by keeping my life at risk. The day before they fixed a client for Putul, I communicate with one of my old admirer to talk to an organization who was working with orphan. I knew they would kill me if they find me while or after transporting the girl to the orphanage. But that time I did not care about my life. I was able to let her free from this hell. She left her toy doll for me as her memory. I know there must be thousands of such hell waiting for the girl but at least I was able to save her from the biggest one. Please pray for my baby, may she get all the happiness and love in her life, may her chubby cheeks always gets rosy in laughter’
– Purnima, a sex worker
Image : © Photojournalist GMB AkashI am trying hard to love the job I am doing. But it seems impossible to be happy with my work life. I am giving my hundred percent. Not a single day I arrive late at work, or I never overlook any of my mistake. My job is to help passengers in the train. After giving my best, so many times people misbehaved with me. It really hurts. People behave miserably in some extent that I lose control over myself but I never utter a single negative word against passengers. After returning to home, many nights I tried to understand why day by day people are become aggressive, why educated-socialized people are uttering ugly words against someone they do not even know. May be now a days we all are going through so many stress and anxiety, who knows! But behaving well to people is not only my job responsibility, it’s my moral value. I only earn 5000 taka monthly; it’s very difficult to run a family with the amount of money I am receiving. But that does not mean, I will perform according to my salary scale, I want to perform my best’
– Pappu (22)
I was very happy when I got job as receptionist. I went up to class eight so I was surprised when got the job while I actually went for a peon post. I belong to a poor family and I have little brothers. My mother was very happy by the kindness of my boss. How lucky was I to get a respectable job with my little education! Things were okay at the beginning. But then I started feeling what only a woman can feel with her by born sense. Many things happened and I could not drop my job and tried to adjust as much as could. One day when I was showing appointment list to my boss he touched my hand and said, had I heard about Sunny Leone, he would be happy to watch a film of her with me. I just said, ‘no’ and ran from his room. I cried my heart out while returning to home. But I decided to speak up. Next day during lunch sir’s wife came with lunch, I entered inside boss room and with a brief greeting boldly said, ‘Mam, do you know Sunny Leone? Sir want to watch a movie of hers with me.’ I never could forget their faces. That was my slap to the most educated man. I am very happy with my textile job, I am a worker, but I have dignity, which I will never compromise for money and a reputed post.
– Nilu, Textile worker
Image : © Photojournalist GMB AkashI am not living with my husband and in-laws anymore. I was fed up to live with a drug addict, who sold out everything I had, my saree, sandal even bucket of the bathroom. My in-laws kept taunting me as they believed I was the one who could not change him. I realized it would be very late if I cannot leave him at that point. But I loved him entirely. It was not easy for me to leave my husband and start a life with my only child. My brothers shut their door on my face. My grandmother was the one who gave me shelter and helped to find a work. What more could I accept from a ninety years old woman! She did not turned off her love while rest of the world keep blaming me by saying how awful woman I am, who broke her own marriage. But I know my sufferings, my fights, my fears and my limits. No one else felt what I gone through. Yesterday, my child cried all day as I cannot breastfeed her in work place, publicly. I know well how men gave nasty looks, women passes bitter comments and breastfeeding become a sin for working woman. But today, when my daughter started crying, I said to myself, if I can go against the society for betterment of my child, then I can breastfeed her too. There should be a limit of limitation and I am no longer afraid of what society says about me.
– Jesmin (28)
Image : © Photojournalist GMB AkashMy wife died when my daughter was 40 days old. My daughter was my reason to live. I never thought to remarry. When she was child I use to take her with me to work. Everyone used to laugh at me. I had not much money to send her to school. But at night I took her with me in elderly school. Together we learn to read and write. When she turned to fifteen a good marriage proposal came from a far village. We are very poor. I could not give her anything. She took my writing book with her as my memory. I did not have money to visit her nor did her husband let her to meet me. When she became pregnant I went to see her. She hold my hand and said if she die I had to take her child with me. I scolded her for her childish behave. She requested me to spend a night there, but her in-laws did not let me, so I came back. My daughter died during her delivery. Her daughter is one year old. I take care of her‘
– Abu Mia (65)
Image : © Photojournalist GMB AkashMy mother flew with 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
Image : © Photojournalist GMB AkashI started working as labourer a year ago. Including me only ten females are working in this site. The constructor do not like to employ women. There are fifty men working besides us. They always get break time to drink tea or smoke cigarette. But we, the female group never get any break. For almost a year the strongest man of our group is making fun of us every day. Sometimes he said, he can carry more bucket of stones than the women, even when he sleeps. The contractor laughed loudly on his jokes. And sometimes after transporting all buckets of stones he showed us his muscle and men laughed at us. A week ago I asked our contractor to give us at least half an hour break. He mocked at me, pointed the macho man and openly declared, he will give women equal break time, if I or any other woman can beat the man the next day. I looked at our women group and they were looking at the ground. On my way back to home, my little girl was warning me never to challenge a man. I asked her why, then my five year old girl fearfully showed me her muscle and told me, ‘We don’t have this.’ The next day, when I came to work I told them I was ready to take the challenge. When I started carrying the stone buckets beside our macho man, everyone stopped working and started clapping. It turned into some kind of game. I had no idea how time had passed. When the contractor asked me to stop I looked the man beside me, he was lying on the ground, already very much exhausted. Then I saw, I transported fifty more buckets than him. When every woman was screaming in joy, I looked at my girl, she jumped into my chest. I did not say a word. I had to prove to my little girl that, women too has muscle but they do not like to show.
I found out my daughter had an affair with a boy for five years. She never spoke about it as she is always afraid of me. Apart of it I assumed my children always hate me for the job I am doing since my childhood. I asked her to bring the boy and his family in our house. I decorated the house like a new bride and brought the best food for them. I have been saving for my daughter’s marriage for twenty years. That day my daughter was happiest than ever. When they started conversation they brought out a note of demand. They wanted all material things a family needs, I was calculating and nodded in agreement with every word they said. After all it’s about happiness of my daughter. The last point was they do not want me to introduce in front of their relatives and I should never go to visit my daughter. The moment they said it my daughter screamed in anger and by surprising all she slapped the boy. She angrily said, ‘My father can do the thing that no one can do. Not everyone can clean others mess. I am proud of what he does and if you do not leave my house in a minute I will beat you all.’ She broke the marriage proposal and ended her five years relationship in a second. From that day I know how fortunate and happy person I am.’
– Sweeper Monu lal
Source : Every story & Image depicted in the page are real life experiences. Based on people who are heroes of life. © Photojournalist GMB Akash (https://www.facebook.com/gmb.akash.9)