It was twelve o'clock at night.Now she was tired of reading he put the books on the table.
She wanted to sleep but couldn't. And when sleep does not come, many things start to come to mind. Why didn't Aya's letter come - Apa tamina lost her life for love and now she is completely alone, no one has any friendship ...
Mothers are suffering in their sorrows, they have never looked into the heart of their children.I haven't thought of anything for her and my brothers and sisters are getting in her way. Is there any other work for her in life - Lahore Villa if she is thinking for them? The light is coming in through the window.
That's why I can't sleep.He gave Pitt Bhetar for days.Suddenly, the sound of everyone talking started coming to the floor.She started trying to listen.It's twelve o'clock, maybe the formation has come and B will be waiting for it.When zia's footsteps were trampled, she sat down in a panic.
Jamil Bhai was coming towards him.
Grandma's condition is very bad, just go downstairs for a while they were getting serious.Her heart pounded.That was all understood. She felt that her feet were trembling but she did it with great courage.
Jamil Bhai was holding his hand but he did not know whether it was his hand or someone else's.Grandmother's candle was pulled and her face was turned towards the Qibla.Aman, Big Chi and Big Uncle were standing quietly around Mashari.
Grandmother's quarrelsome breath was so calming.I would not even feel the sigh of life in the distance.Grandma's eyes were fixed on the door.There was still a long way to go.Maybe she was still waiting for her dearest little son.
And Jhammi, wrapped in her grandmother's footsteps, was sobbing.Tyrant little digested.In Alia's eyes, the horrible map of the little boy he saw turned upside down.He wanted to do it.
Valley, don't wait for such useless children now.Kariman Boa was impatiently walking around Mashari and praying.Give health to Mulla Malik and take me in return.Maula "Maula" Babar also wanted peace of Humayun's life in the same way. After rescuing her, she started praying again. _______ Mulla Mulla.
The valley got lasting peace with a girl.
Grandmother's hands were tied to her chest and she covered her face with a quilt.Crane bowed her head and left the room."If my aunt picked up Mimi, she would be covered with a scarf.
Elder uncle's face was turning red from the seizure.Memories of mother's loving stories were peeping out of his eyes and the trauma of midwife separation was shaking.The elder uncle bowed his head and went to the sitting room to inform Israr Mian.
Aman and badi chi were trying to silence mehmi but she got out of hand.Then when Jamil Bhai stepped up and placed his hand on her shoulder, Ahami's head automatically hit her chest and she became silent as if she had never cried.
She came out of the room.
Crimson boa was heating the water in the courtyard by making a brick stove before she grew up, and she, who had not yet shed a single tear over the narrator's death, sighed at the sight of the flames in the darkness.
Crimson Hua looked at him and bowed his head.She spent the night sitting next to Mashari.Today, the mother and the elder sister, forgetting all the oppression of the grandmother, were remembering her in such a big way as if the world would have become sleepy without her.
As soon as old age came, everyone took revenge.He picked it up like a useless thing and put it aside and then there were so many trips in the busyness of life that the grandmothers could do nothing but stare at each other.
Alia's heart wanted her to put cotton in her ears.The love stories of mother and eldest daughter were not being heard from her.
After all, why doesn't everyone remember their persecution at this time? She only liked the fact that she was not talking, but after crying for a while, she was lying on a corner of the.
Window and sleeping peacefully, as if her head was still sticking out of Jamil Bhai's chest.....And Kariman Boa, who was sitting in the cold air in front of the wet wood was blowing and the Holy Quran was being read together in her lap.
How patiently and quietly he had endured his grandmother's death. Crane Hua, who has been serving her grandmother alone for six years, did not shed a single tear. He wanted to sleep in a corner of the window.
She had no love for.
Dari and no complaints, just that she was his grandmotherStill, she couldn't lie down because her mother had criticized her with great hatred when she fell asleep.It's finally morning.
Kariman Boa had opened a window in the courtyard and the women of the neighborhood were coming and gathering.She was shedding tears remembering all her sorrows and she was dying to see them.
When the valley was bathed and prepared for the final journey, all the women hid behind the sackcloth in the porch.Only Kariman Boa was saying to stand next to the corpse with a pair of hands.Israr Mian was at the forefront when the men came in to pick up the corpse.
Warning! Never in her life did the mistress come face to face with her body.Crane Hua Israr came in front of Mian and he started living behind Jamil Bhai like thieves.All eyes were on Asrar Mian as a question mark.
Where is tashkeel? He would have taken his grandmother to the grave.Auntie was looking for a shape from the hole in the tot, but where was he?Go inside, Crane." The older uncle put his hand on Kariman Boa's shoulder.
I entrusted it to (Allah) but I entrusted it to Allah.The crane moved away from the courtyard and came to the porch.The luggage was moving. After zardari, all the guests left. It was as if the house was deserted.He did not know what to do.And he had been busy for a long time, leaving his great uncle that day