Two young child laborer working amidst the vast garbage dump in Halisahar, Chittagong, Bangladesh. Many homeless people have lost their homes and properties due to frequent floods, river erosion, and other natural calamities. These homeless children are one of them. But at the age of going to school with a school bag on their shoulder, life got involved in the battle for livelihood. They were forced to resettle to the city in search of a better destiny. In this pollution-prone area near the city’s waste dumping site, children toil tirelessly for meager wages. The image captures a poignant scene of these two young workers collecting recyclable materials from the towering heaps of garbage. With determination etched on their faces, they navigate through the debris, contributing to their families’ income. enduring not only the physical challenges but also the severe health risks posed by their hazardous environment .⁠

In the dust-filled surroundings of a brick kiln, some children are seen working — carrying raw bricks in their tiny hands, silent exhaustion on their faces. At an age when they should be holding books and running freely in open fields, they are instead trapped in hard labor by the cruel twist of fate. They have lost the carefree joy of childhood, the innocent laughter. Day after day, they toil under the sun, hoping their meager earnings will help support their families. Poverty and harsh realities have crushed their dreams before they could even reach the pages of a schoolbook.

In the dust-filled surroundings of a brick kiln, some children are seen working — carrying raw bricks in their tiny hands, silent exhaustion on their faces. At an age when they should be holding books and running freely in open fields, they are instead trapped in hard labor by the cruel twist of fate. They have lost the carefree joy of childhood, the innocent laughter. Day after day, they toil under the sun, hoping their meager earnings will help support their families. Poverty and harsh realities have crushed their dreams before they could even reach the pages of a schoolbook.

Mohammad Ali Chowdhury Mosque, Feni, Bangladesh

In the dust-filled surroundings of a brick kiln, some children are seen working — carrying raw bricks in their tiny hands, silent exhaustion on their faces. At an age when they should be holding books and running freely in open fields, they are instead trapped in hard labor by the cruel twist of fate. They have lost the carefree joy of childhood, the innocent laughter. Day after day, they toil under the sun, hoping their meager earnings will help support their families. Poverty and harsh realities have crushed their dreams before they could even reach the pages of a schoolbook.

In the dust-filled surroundings of a brick kiln, some children are seen working — carrying raw bricks in their tiny hands, silent exhaustion on their faces. At an age when they should be holding books and running freely in open fields, they are instead trapped in hard labor by the cruel twist of fate. They have lost the carefree joy of childhood, the innocent laughter. Day after day, they toil under the sun, hoping their meager earnings will help support their families. Poverty and harsh realities have crushed their dreams before they could even reach the pages of a schoolbook.

In the dust-filled surroundings of a brick kiln, some children are seen working — carrying raw bricks in their tiny hands, silent exhaustion on their faces. At an age when they should be holding books and running freely in open fields, they are instead trapped in hard labor by the cruel twist of fate. They have lost the carefree joy of childhood, the innocent laughter. Day after day, they toil under the sun, hoping their meager earnings will help support their families. Poverty and harsh realities have crushed their dreams before they could even reach the pages of a schoolbook.