It was 18 December 2006. When I reached Saiful’s house at Itahata in Gazipur, near Bangladesh’s capital Dhaka, it was already afternoon.
A big poster of the French national football team from that year’s World Cup Finals was stuck on the wall of Saiful’s shanty house. Saiful was standing beside the poster and was smiling in a way that suggested that he was dreaming of bringing the World Cup trophy to Bangladesh. Filtered through the leaves of nearby trees, the golden sunlight playing on his face made his smile even more glorious.
