We often forget that they are people like us.When i was travel in dhaka Then i saw this painful situation of street child. I'm finding that I've lost ... around the national mosque. The way is home, the way is the door. We call those who are street children, and that's exactly the way. Somebody does not say with a flattering face, what is the news? Why would you say? And that street! I could not even say Where there was an inability. I forgot my little brother too ...
