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People say, the worst crime to commit, is killing a 

human being, while I say, child labor is worse. Child 

labor kills a child's rights, and dreams. 

The following   tale is based on a true story. It is 

about a poor little child, who is forced to work at a 

garage, as a mechanic to earn a living. 

Naeem Chottu, a 14-year-old boy, whom 

I interviewed, told us a lot about his 

life. The story can bring tears to 

anyone's eyes.

Upon asking, he briefed me about his 

daily routine, which was to ride to his 

workplace; a garage, open up the garage, 

followed by the cleaning of cars. Then 

he would set up the place as the owner 

likes it, and wait for the other workers 

and the owner, "Ustaad" as Naeem 

called him. 

 e would then, work all day long, including 

the clean ups before and after meals, and 

the shutting down of the garage just before 

dusk.

"Studying is just a side business." He 

replied with a helpless, yet charming on 

his face. "Whenever my Ustaad gets time, 

which he usually doesn't, or whenever his 

kids visit the garage, they teach me. And 

you know what? They gifted me these 

awesome books. I absolutely love   these." 

He said, while showing me a bunch of torn, 

and dirty books,with pride and a sweet 

smile on his face. 

I next, asked him about something every boy loves; 

games! "Oh yes! I love playing cricket with my 

friends, but I hardly get any time to do so. Some 

days, when I work hard with Ustaad, he gives me a 

day break and then I get a chance to play. But that 

happens once in a month." Naeem replied with a 

sigh.

"If you could, what would you change in your life, 

Naeem?" He replied with a sad expression and a 

sigh first, but then his hesitation flew away 

instantly when I kept my hand on his shoulder. 

"The only change in my life I want to have, is 

having money. Then, I'll be able to study and be a 

successful man, and not work here, in this garage. 

That would be terrific, man." His face glowed when 

he had finished replying.

My last and final question, for him was 

about one memory of his, that he'll 

never forget.

" What memory will I have? But yes, 

there is one thing I'll never forget. 

One day, I was riding home.I saw a man 

standing with his car. Oh my God! That 

was an incredible one." He slipped into 

deep thoughts, for a moment. " Anyway, 

I went up to him, as he's looking quite 

worried too. I asked him if he needed 

help, fixing the car. I already had 

learned how to repair a broken car.

I was able to repair and restart his car in a while, 

and was he delighted! So delighted that he almost 

forgot I was a poor mechanic, and hugged me. He 

gave me Rs.1000 and offered me a ride to my home, 

ON HIS CAR!" Naeem was almost jumping while 

saying that. "What a car that was! That Radio. That 

A/C. That mirror! Oh, it was just like a dream." He 

dropped the tyres he was carrying, as he was 

completely lost in another world.

"Chottu! Enough of this stupid interview. 

Come here right now! What was that 

noise?" Shouted someone , from 

somewhere inside the garage. 

But yeah, Naeem was in dreams! Out 

came a man, dressed in a long coat, 

looking furious! "CHOTTU!" He shaked 

Naeem violently, and responded with a 

jump, as if woke up from a dream, and 

there he stood, embarrassed.

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