Child labourers' plight

It was midday when I met a ten-year-old boy named Sumon who was breaking bricks as he was sweating extremely under the burning sun. A few days back, I found him near an under-construction building at the capital's Hatirpul area. “If I break bricks from dawn to dusk, I earn one hundred taka. I start my work at nine o'clock. My mother gives me some food that is my lunch. Since my father left us after marrying another woman, my mother used to work as a maid servant. I wanted to go to school but could not because of poverty,” said Sumon. His owner said, “Child labourers are better because they never raise their voice about wages and work sincerely.”
Stories like Sumon's are very common in this city. It is painful that we are still unable to provide a safe and secure place for them to live.