My name is Saric Ismael Aliyah. I am 12 years of age. My mum said my father died before I was born. She said my father was a business man and was killed by his family because of his and his junior brother inheritance.My mum said, my father’sfamily took everything away from us. They branded her a witch and kicked us out to the streets.
Ever since then, we have been living in an uncompleted building. I was born there and I learnt to crawl, stand and walk there. My mum is a very hardworking woman. Even though she had to start life afresh, she didn’t hesitate because she knew that nothing in this world come for free. When I was of school age she enrolled me into a public school. The money she made from trading she uses it to take care of me and herself. Sometimes I had to help her in her trade so I can make money for my upkeep. Life was very difficult indeed. Sometimes I had to go to school without money and I can stay the whole day without food. I was very lean and my school uniform used to hang on me likea hanger. My school mateslaughed at me a lot of times but it never bothered me because my mum told me I am going to be a great person one day.