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...what is this  he asked Murad

On weekends  shits are given  and on Tuesdays too he  spoke  simply 

What for 

A worker on his left explained  brother  the sand we work with is no normal sand , , , deadly games are released from it, for protection  injections are given to the workers 

He couldn't  digest it but he remained silent and didn't argue,  his sixth sense  alerted him of   imminent danger,  after some thought he agreed to  let them give him a shot

Whole day with other  same age group of workers he worked hard seiving tge yellow sand and picking up yellow  pieces,  meals were served  on time during the day  and night,  all the workers returned to their  living compound,  followed by gossip entertainment and  aimless  loafing , he realized  none of them was aware of their whereabouts in Lahore  and if it was really Lahore,  no glimpse of Imran  was seen so far  yet Murad  was  certain he must be  well wherever he was 

By next   afternoon all went off well  enough,  then he felt fever was gripping  slowly on him,  he shared his discomfort with master  gayash,  he was expecting and  waiting for something like this to happen and  immediately called his  mute foreman,  he was taken through a clean corridor to a place  somewhat  like a hospital  , fifteen beds fir patients were  arranged,  two beds were already occupied by workers  one of them hardly seventeen