Meeral Shah, a child labourer, was just nine years old when he ran away from a village near Multan and found his way to Karachi.
‘I was working for Waderas (medieval landowners) for as far back as I can recall. My whole family work for them and I did each sort of work they gave me. Their administrators used to beat all of us all around brutally.
When I was around seven years of age, one of their overseers (name expelled) assaulted me. It was extremely agonizing and I cried a great deal. At that point, he began manhandling me every day – and on the off chance that I shouted out, he would chuckle uproariously. Before long, he carried a companion alongside him and the two of them mishandled me in the meantime. I yelled and cried a great deal however nobody came.
This time I by one way or another figured out how to tell my dad, however (on account of his dread of the incredible proprietors), he advised me to not talk about this. This is the point at which I attempted to get away (that family unit) however was gotten and seriously beaten.
The overseer and his companions kept on ambushing me normally, making me move stripped for them before assaulting me – presently I needed to murder them or slaughter myself, and once tried to execute myself.
That is the point at which I fled once more, and God aided and I kept covered up and voyaged persistently and I got away.
Presently I have been here in Karachi for around four years, and my life is vastly improved. Truth be told I am presently the gathering chief here and deal with my juniors.′
The fact that Meeral Shah refers to his life on the street as ‘better’, speaks volumes. But it doesn’t have to be this way.
Muslim Hands is working hard with our partners on the ground to re-shape the futures of children like Meeral.