brick women

The Women carrying bricks on her head they are women are a low paid worker and one hand-carried in the other she placed the brick in the courtyard tall side for gained... The bricks? In this matter they don’t have much to say. New roads and walls are built with, the bricks she carrying, but the roof on her house still empty, on last years wind, still the water drips through her tent, she has an about buying a tile roof. Her dream is her dream, In the morning her tent is, filled with water. So she shouts out to her herself, and to the world, I have a dream! But still no umbrella, still no tiled roof. But others spit on her and say, her three children are hungry, she needs oil for her hair, sun scream for her face! Her skin color darkens daily, her fingers harden, and harden like the bricks they are breaking. The woman, breaking bricks and standing, wears a brownish sari under the burning sun, bring the bricks, even with a smile Twenty-eight? But she has three children back home, Looks forty up, and all day for ten takas, not enough to buy food for one, let alone three, she brings the brick. every day, and break the bricks. Remember my grandmother was built the wall, near the ancestral home these red brick walls have stood for nearly many years, they have seen and absorbed tears and happiness and, if these walls could talk, just imagine what they...She has a dream, a dream of having an umbrella, of carrying the bricks veiled from the sun, no umbrella; carrying, and breaking the bricks under the hot sun.