THE STORY OF MANMA, THE CHILD PROVIDER
Manma was just eight years old when she realized that she was born differently. She was born into a struggling family. She was the oldest of five siblings. Her father was always high and her mother was always looking for food and she had to stay home to take care of her hungry siblings. This morning she was seated outside in the cold looking down the earth. She sat propping up her knees and resting her chin on her shaking knees. She was sobbing with a stick on her hand and she wrote something on the sand. "Who am I?". Yes who is she? But, I see her in every street of Abak. She is always crying, sometimes I see her begging for bread, sometimes people send her on errands. I saw her the other day wearing tarred clothes and when I tried to say hello she ran. Who is this girl? What kept her in this misery? Who is Manma? Friends, tell me if you have ever seen her in your street. Please tell me more about her. What can we do to help her? Do not bother about her color because she c