My name is Kawtar, this time i sell tissue paper on the street, I am ten years old, i did not return to school three years ago because my dad forced me to get out of school in order to give him 100 Dh per day to save me a dwelling in the house. He is unemployed and smokes.
Now I'm homeless with my little brother and I'm forced to sleep in the open space without any protection. I was already addicted to smell "Silision."
Some associations have tried to provide me but my father always forced me to get out of these associations.
U can usually find me sitting in front of " Mc Donalds " , Chisha cafes or bars in order to be able to collect the required amount every day but the problem I do not take advantage of it.
This is my life in Tangier.