The war was on. Mangai swept the house. Jameel Bhai's meager income could not really fill anyone's stomach.
Everyone in the house was so selfish. There were always wrinkles on my mother's forehead. He hated the appearance of a large leaf. He was acutely aware that if Vakan's money started coming into the house, this situation would change a little bit.
If you are lucky enough to have some kind of bread. As a threat, she would insist on going to her brother's house all the time, and the elder would tremble at the thought that this would bring disrepute to the house. Everyone will say that they could not even eat enough bread.
On the other hand, Jhammi was in such a condition that she was always ready to fight. She would take off the contracted takil food and eat it secretly and when in return she would talk nonsense, she would laugh with pleasure or go to the mole to kill. Najma would turn away in contempt when she saw this commotion.
Everything happens in ignorance, if everyone had education, they would starve to death today? "She used to say with great pride and then she would sit on the horizon of education and start smiling with great pride.
They did not change. Due to the war the throats of the poor were sore. You started to get Alia for this strange charity. After all, why are these mysterious people so honest?Can? What will they get out of this love and nobility? In this way, he stopped feeding his legitimate children.
No matter what they do, they will still be called grandchildren. No one will remember him by his father's name. This world will be the doomsday for them. Seeing such a bad condition of the house, even the big uncle was not happy.
The arrows of purpose had.
Wounded him so badly that all the pain was excruciating. "War has brought freedom very close. He would look at everyone but no one would answer him.
Embarrassed, they bowed their heads, snatched upside-down snacks, and sat down. The winter was no longer so intense. Alia would keep the street window open till late at night and would prepare for the exam by reading from the street light.
In those days he had raised his hand thoughtfully. Dad's letter had sunk to encourage him. Even after reading all two, he did not climb from the roof. She was feeling cold now because of the shadow.
While reading, he looked up and saw that she was still standing beside him. She was quiet at night and had passed by Alia several times since morning. It seemed that she wanted to say something but whenever Alia looked at him she would leave.
What's the matter? * "Nothing rang, just wanted to sit next to you" She sat down on the chair next to Alia. How long after Bhi had said it with love.
She looked so cute. She was sitting in a daze. ا۔ She said to him, "There must be something, otherwise why do you look like this?" Alia asked him Even when she moved closer to him, she put her head on his shoulder and started crying. "That Manzoo.
He also joined the war. He was a Samara, so he went too." We cried. "Oh no! If he loved you, then why would he go to war and now you are crying remembering him. Don't be silly Alia hugged him.
Someone just cried like that.
I loved it a little bit. He loved me That's why I started to like it too, let someone love me. Chhami laughed helplessly and wiped away the tears. I didn't have to say anything to Alia.
What did she say? "I love you too?" "You love me, Bajiya?" She said no. I was not ridiculed. How could Alia convince her that she loved him? She sympathized with him.
She, too, was stunned by his laughter and stared at his mouth. "Look, the hem of my pajamas is badly torn. I'll go downstairs and sew it, then I'll come back.
She went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
Alia was getting sad. The crow sitting on the roof temple flew away sniffing. The sun had disappeared while climbing on the roof temples. Now it was getting very cold. She rolled up the books and put them in her room. After Jhammi left, she couldn't read a word.
For a while she closed her eyes and lay down on her bed and went away again. Give the address of Abbas's flower spring had been .
Alia broke a flower and put it in her hair, but when she saw Jameel Bhai standing near the mihrab of the hall looking at her with great eagerness, she jumped up in a daze.
How did she realize that Sanghar.
Eats gossip about loving a man? Throwing flowers, he saw that Jamil Bhiya's eyes were like orange. He sat down on an iron chair with his head bowed.
Aman was sitting on the throne, chopping the leaves and her great aunt was picking lentils. All the pains and sorrows were still leaving his face. For two days she had been suffering from a new affliction. They went inside but Shakeel did not come home.
Jamil Bhiya also searched for him but no one found him. To know how far he had gone in search of books. "Evenings are always sad." Jamil Bhaya looked at Alia. It's all poetry, I don't feel any remorse.
The form and the ghazal are so complete that now your whole word seems meaningless, so you have given up poetry and poetry, have you read Faiz and Nadeem? "He asked. Alia remained silent.
How could she consider herself a ghazal? These beautiful brothers are also good, they find their meaning in everything. He was angry.
Where can Faiz and Nadeem pass in your Pacha's library ... He said, "Tell me, is there any other book on Gandhi?" She kept cleaning the pandan with great enthusiasm. He didn't even look up.
Like he doesn't even know if there is an addressee. Of Jamil Bhai So she didn't think anything of it, yet she knew why she went to frighten them.
Did you find the composition today?" When will you get a chance from your Muslim League? While cleaning the pebbles of the wall, the elder aunt raised her head and asked. "Mom, don't worry about him now, he's gone to Bombay, he'll be happy to eat there.
So far - big Chi's voice was shaking ... He was not ashamed, he did not even think of his mother while running. Boi Chi started holding her heart and started crying.
Alia jumped from the throne and.
Hugged the older girl and took her in her arms. She would come. Who would have thought now. He has gone to make his life or to ruin it, he must have thought of something. What would he do in this Gorkha fog.
What could anyone do? It was the duty of his father to take care of the house, watch his children and teach them to read and write, he kept wandering around poor. Never ask again "Mom should have had a chance to spew poison against her older uncle.
They were just compelled not to say anything in front of open treasures. No one could take away the feeling that only the great uncles were responsible for the destruction of all the houses. Everyone else was innocent.
She used to say with great conviction that if the foundation was kept crooked then the whole building would become crooked. Jamil bhai bowed his head and started thinking. Big Chi was hiding her face in the plow of the dupatta and crying.
The one who was born from their womb was spit on their sorrows and left behind. He had become a million wanderers, yet a mother had one more than him. Don't worry, when the country is free, Shakeel will also come back.