

The word ‘change’ is still a dream I refuse to give up on.
I’ve met children working in dark, dangerous places—their small hands worn like those of old men.



I’ve witnessed sex workers in despair, breaking down in tears—betrayed and abandoned by those they once trusted.



I’ve sat beside lonely souls in elderly homes, waiting endlessly for someone who never returns.


I’ve seen young boys fading away on the streets—lost to addiction before help could reach them.


I’ve seen tiny feet wandering through garbage dumps, searching for scraps just to survive.

I’ve seen mothers sleeping on sidewalks, wrapping their children in nothing but love beneath the open sky.




I’ve met street children with no home, no name, no hand to hold—yet still sharing their last piece of bread with a stray dog.
This journey has never been easy. It has left me heartbroken, sleepless, frustrated—and at times, hopeless.
But never without faith.
I still believe in miracles.
Because this world can change—if only we choose to care.
— GMB Akash









































