My eyes tell my story. The emptiness tells how deserted and abandoned my life is. The long gaze tells the journey of my life, sometimes I feel the journey exceeds the time of my age. The path as cruel as it can be and the hardships at their extreme have raised me to this point at which I am standing today. Standing on my trembling feet and holding one of your shoe in my bare cracked hands as that’s what I do, yes! I clean the shoes for you to earn my bread to earn my butter. I see all the children with their parents buying toys, food and delicious ice cream. I don't know how to play with toys, don't know the taste of ice cream, is it sweet or salty. I see all the children going school in the morning when I am settling down on a road side to start my work. I put my future in the dark to give shine to your shoes.
With a blank mind and an empty heart I am living a meaningless and an expressionless life. But there is one thing I have and that is a question. I try to see at the end of the road and my eyes ask this question, should I cry for help, will any one listen to my cry down that road, is there any one out there for me to. Are you there?
By: Rohma Rizwan
I found this boy name Nooristan at a famous market of Lahore, Pakistan, polishing shoes. He should has toys and books in his hands but having shoe polish and brush. He belongs to some northern areas of Pakistan and managing his bread and butter by serving people here. This is not the only child living like this, so many children are spoiling their childhood by living like this and asking so many questions.
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With a blank mind and an empty heart I am living a meaningless and an expressionless life. But there is one thing I have and that is a question. I try to see at the end of the road and my eyes ask this question, should I cry for help, will any one listen to my cry down that road, is there any one out there for me to. Are you there?
By: Rohma Rizwan
I found this boy name Nooristan at a famous market of Lahore, Pakistan, polishing shoes. He should has toys and books in his hands but having shoe polish and brush. He belongs to some northern areas of Pakistan and managing his bread and butter by serving people here. This is not the only child living like this, so many children are spoiling their childhood by living like this and asking so many questions.
Straight from the camera, just B&W conversion and signature added. Quality of the image can be low due to low res.
If you have any queries feel free to write on askus@studio-r.biz
Use of this image as any media is strictly prohibited
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