Dec 20 2009, 11:30 A.M, Sunday. ‘My name is Ishrat. I am 13. Before I worked with Agarwal Sweets, at Zakir Nagar main road as waiter – a week before, left because there was not much work- felt so much bored all day, paid on 7 th of each month, they never called names, never beat me up, came here so that work will keep me busy and there are other children working here.
"Father became seriously ill – got bed-ridden, there was nothing to eat, one mullah ji promised to find me a job and brought me to Delhi, promising to get me a job, kept me as (house) servent for two years, he asked me to pay for fooding and lodging when I asked for money, he beat me up and threw me out."
"I found myself work with a food cart owner near Qadri Mosque at Jogabai Extensiom,(Jamianagar New Delhi), I wanted to go home to see my parent nearing Eid, when I asked for wages at the end of 2 months he beat me alot, accused me of theft, a large crowd had gathered on the street, people belieyed him and told him to hand me over to police, I cried a lot but no one listened, I some how fled from there."
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
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