zehrila taryaq

... this story begins  with  a golden  sunshine  November  chilling but pleasant  afternoon,  it was a Sunday,  he reached the   colony to meet  junior Imran  where he lived,  thinking of spending the afternoon hours  talking to him and  enquire  about him,  no knowing  there already was a matter present  , parking the car at a  modern location  he crossed the  noisy  hustling  market  to reach the door of  Imran  , his friend  informed him  Imran wasn't home,   but he  will come back soon,  he was right,  he was spotted  but  he was holding a two year old in his arms wrapped in a blanket,  he looked  awfully  worried,  a couple  was  running  after him , seeing the visiting friend Imran turned towards him,  on asking he explained the child was  terribly sick,  he must be rushed to the hospital quickly 

But Imran what exactly happened 

Pneumonia   the case is spoiled  by giving him wrong treatment,  , the child  can't breathe normal,  mother of the sick child  looked completely  in need of  help,  her appearance   described her poverty stricken life was difficult m she  folded her hands  pleading  in the name of almighty  to  save her nadim , or she won't live  too, the guest  drew the blanket aside and looked at the child,  he looked like a crumpled flower,  he was  finding it very hard to breathe  , stretching himself  and coughing,  picking up the child they reached the car,  mother and  maternal grandfather followed them inside the car , the guest  drove fast and  reached the main road,  they had come from beyond  the village pattu,  because the condition of the child  was worsening they had brought him to the hospital last night