He was born disabled.

One of his legs don’t function.

This leg has a big wound that is killing this young boy softly.

His last wish is to cut off his egg.

 

Meet a 19 year old who has bone different and also lives differently.

We should always pray for help, but we should always listen for an inspiration and impressions to proceed in a way different from those we may have thought of.

Just as despair can come only from other human beings, hope too can be given to only one by other human beings.

I was born this way with a disabled leg and later there developed a big wound.

I live here with my brother.

 

We left home so that he can search for a living and try to be self-reliant as a man.

So far we have spent seven years living here.

My leg was too big and they had to operate it here.

Where you see the wound, there was a nail inserted there.

The leg went into surgery and later toys were removed.

After my leg reduced in size, i became ill.

I was taken to the hospital as paint one year in the hospital.

See my thigh and how big my hips are.

 

The leg was as big as my hips during when i was born.

This one you see here, developed itself since i had knowledge.

I’ve always went to several hospitals and even now we often go to Hospitals- is a white doctor who treated me in one of the hospitals we visited and he wanted to put a cast on me.

When he did it, it was burning me and he later removed it.

My leg has always been painful, but doctors refused to cut it off.

My parents, after witnessing the pain, i feel they requested doctors to cut off my leg, but doctors did not support that idea.

I don’t know the reason why doctors refuse to cut off my leg, but i want to see my leg cut off.

Please cut off my leg.

I have endured enough pain.

I never had the chance of going to school due to this leg, which is disabled.

There’s a teacher who told my parents that students would always poke fun at me just because of my leg.

 

All i can say is that parents having not taken me to school was a bad idea.

I regret not going to school.

I would at least know how to read and write.

It seems i have no future ahead, even if my health conditions can be solved, but my life is at stake because i’m illiterate.

If i had to punish my parents.

I would punish them because they never took me to school.

I understand i had this disability, but that would not stop me from going to school, and right now i have the zeal and courage to go to school.

 

When, given a chance, i would go to school and have some knowledge.

Can you imagine, i don’t even know how to write my own name.

When i had 12 years, me, my father and my big brother left home.

We lived under extreme poverty.

We had a poor life.

Then decided to migrate and leave our house and come here to search for a living.

My brother and dad would go out whenever they could and get a thing.

They would bring what they got here and would share it later.

Dad saw that living here is so difficult.

Then he decided to go back home.

What he found here did not meet his expectations.

He thought things would be better, but life kept being harder and he went back to the village