A photo feature by Kakoli Prodhan
Here, it is as if the surroundings were covered with a sphere of smoke. It is Matuail, Jatrabari. All Dhaka's garbage is thrown here.
I approach Shobuj, Roni, Asad, Ashraful, Mina and Moina. They are child labourers here, collecting scraps from the stack of garbage, inhaling methane gas from rotten garbage. Shobuj asks to me, "What do you do with the picture, apa? I know you'll send them to abroad and they will shout to stop our work. We are poor apa, don't kill us by doing this. You'll earn by sending our pictures but we won't get our foods if they stop us working.”
What should I say? If I say, they have the right to live a healthy life, could they understand me? These children need help and food. Their health is at great risk. When will our country do something for the security of these children?