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Shumon’s return from the dark world

FAIZUL KHAN TANIM
The tale is not about the boy becoming Tokai Shagor, Pichhi Hannan or any notorious characters, but a 'come back to life' determination from rough existence.
Shumon, 16, from Mymensingh is one of the four lakh street children, who like many street children, left home just to escape the conflicts between his parents.
Saddled with a limp caused by the cruelty of the doctors, who treated him, Shumon seeks society's helping hand, his only hope now for a full recovery.
Shumon's parents separated when he was five and re-married their individual choices. Living with his grandmother was not easy. His uncles could not accept the idea of raising an orphan and thus the tormenting started.
At eight, unable to put up with his uncles' torture he ran away to Dhaka along with another child who was going through the same situation, with a ray of hope for a brighter future.
Living on overripe bananas near the Tejgaon crossing shattered all thoughts of a better life. His life took a sharp turn when he moved to Karwan Bazar where Jahangir, a local gangster, spotted him.
Shumon was introduced to drugs, got addicted especially to 'enoctin', -- a tablet popularly known as Chakki. High on drugs, Shumon's job was to steal vegetables from the kitchen markets, sell them and give the money to Jahangir, for a payment of three meals a day.
He soon got involved in bigger crimes and with the intake of larger doses of drugs he was numb to any kind of torture.
One day, Shumon along with a few others like him, decided to take a day off and visit the Kamalapur Railway Station. Running alongside
the moving trains and attempting to cling on the entrances, he fell on the track and was injured..
This accident took him through an ordeal of 30 months, which began at Dhaka Medical College Hospital (DMCH) where a kind police officer had taken him.
On being discharged, Shumon met new friends Habib and Liton, who told him to live in shelters or 'drop in centres' (DIC), where board, lodging and security is available.
He moved to a renowned DIC in Karwan Bazaar, where he was once again subjected to torture.
But reality seeped into him on moving to the present DIC .
“I am getting a lot of care, free food, medical services, protection, education and entertainment in here. Suddenly I felt there is more to life than only wandering and getting in to mischief.,” he said.
Syeda Samia Sultana, the person in-charge of the DIC -- Padakkhep Manobik Unnayan Kendra (PMUK) -- in Karwan Bazar related the rest of the story..
Life at this DIC was a new start for Shumon till unfortunately on July 3, he slipped and left him with a severe hip joint fracture.
He was rushed to the orthopaedic hospital in Shyamoli where he received nothing but ill treatment from the surgeon on duty.
Shumon was left alone, unattended on the balcony for a day and later taken in on condition that the DIC officials should not request hospital high authorities for free treatment.
It is alleged that this 'group' of surgeons and nurses make a quick buck by allotting the free beds to people who can afford to pay.
The fracture was a complicated one and Shumon was operated only seven days later. The doctor attending to him present said should have been done within 24 hours.
The 'group' taunted Shumon even on the operating bed and the surgeon discharged him on July 18, forcefully after haphazardly cutting his stitches. The surgeon did not want the boy to remain in the hospital till the stitches were healed.
He was brought back to the DIC without proper treatment and gradually developed an infection and was admitted to Dustho Shastho Kendra in Mohammadpur. He was operated once again on August 13, and was there for 72 days.
Shumon is now back at the DIC. His daily medicines and food cost Tk. 400. Already Tk. 50, 000 has been spent on him.
He his now fighting to get back on his feet.
At times Shumon cries out loud in pain. “I want to end my life,” he said. “I too want to live like any ordinary kid and be a worthy. Is it my fault to born into poverty?” he asked.