Purani Delhi

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I was desperate for money

Was in my sixteen and being an eldest son in the family i have realized that its my responsibility to take care of my family after my father’s sudden death. I moved to Delhi with my brother in search of work where at night’s I used to sleep on footpaths. I worked every job that came my way without a no, I was desperate for money as I needed to survive for my family as they are my everything. After all the hurdles in life now i earned enough and finally found a permanent job of cooking in the spice market. Today all of my family lives here peacefully.I will be very thankful to Delhi all my life.

This is Our Home

“No, we don’t go to school. We eat, play, sleep, work here only. Jama Masjid is our home. We have no where else to go. Our parents don’t have enough money to send us to school. Tourists come here everyday and from them we learn English words like, Please, OK and Excuse me.”

He feels like home

“Every evening after my tuition, he followed me way back home. But when he proposed me and I told him about this, he said I did that because our tuition got over after dark and that area is not safe for girls. I immediately said yes to him. Till now he’s been really nice to me. He feels like home. Our families don’t know about this so we come here in the morning to just sit together and talk and be away from the world.”

My wife can't speak

“My wife can’t speak. I met her in Muzaffarnagar four years ago. She was stuck in a bush and couldn’t get out. She was unable to ask for help because of her speech. I helped her get out.
Her brother was a goon. But he just wanted money not his sister. So I gave him some cash and married her. We now have two beautiful kids.”

Allah has always taken care of us

“Allah has finally gave us his blessing. Today’s rain is most beautiful rain ever. After the dawn’s Namaz it started and Jama Masjid was looking so beautiful and peaceful. People don’t understand this place at all. They see it as a monument, a mosque. But this is our home. This is where we live. Allah has always taken care of us.”

"Path Of Experience"

“I grew up in a rural area and came to the city when I was 12 .I help my brother at his shop who raised me by himself. We have a business of selling electronic accessories like cables, Bluetooth speakers, LED lights etc. We earn enough money to fulfill our needs. I love this job. I stand here from about 10 in the morning until 8 at night . In my experience of all the customers, window shopping kind are awful. They walk in, ask the price and move on . Some even bargain at hilarious prices, as they want to hear me saying ‘NO’. I do have regular and good customers. After I go home , I study hard so that I can keep my grades up at school.”

I am stuck in this world

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“My brother calls me every month and requests me to come back. I told him that I’m married now and that I am a mother. He wants me to bring all my family to Guwahati. But this isn’t easy. I’m stuck in this world of torture.
A few days back I had to take my daughter in emergency to the hospital. White bubbles started to come out of her mouth. The doctor said she has been poisoned.
It came out that my brother’s bhabhi gave her a glass filled with lizol. She drank it thinking it is water.
My daughter was unable to speak for weeks. I’m stuck in this world. I want to get out but I can’t. I want to go back home but I can’t.
I’ve saved up some money and now I live in a very small house away from everyone. Just me, my husband and my kids.”

The torture started again

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“After three days of travelling I got out of the train with only a bag full of clothes. I was hungry and lonely. I realized that from Guwahati I ended up in old Delhi railway station. A thousand miles away from home.
I didn’t knew what to do and I started crying badly. There was a man who was cleaning the platform. He came to me and asked me what’s my problem. I told him everything because that was the only thing I could do. He offered me to come to his home and stay there till I don’t find any other place. He was a Dalit who changed his religion to Christianity because he was treated as a slave in Hinduism. He lived with his mother. I lived with him for months and started working as a babysitter in the local neighborhood.
His mother started to pressurize him to marry me. She didn’t knew I was a Muslim. I told her that my name is Deepa, though my parents named me Adeeba.
I married him because I had no other option. We were blessed with a daughter and a son.
But the torture started again. His mother used to beat me and curse me everyday. His brother came from some other place with his wife and she used to beat my daughter and abuse her.
My life was way better in Guwahati, at least I had a brother who really loved me and cared for me. And the torture there was nothing compare to this one.”