....preparations of eid of sacrifice had begun , air was filled with roasting meat aroma , streets were impatiently waiting for their turn to relish , condition of jamil was no different, he was eighteen but looked twelve , he was growing beard to look more mature than his frail appearance, his family profession was to clean dirt, but he chose to educate himself, his ancestors were honest and hardworking , his second year exams were just over when dilawar met with an accident leaving him incapable of work, therefore jamil was seen cleaning up the streets, around helplessly , tge burden was shifted on hus weak shoulders
Abbu ji, why dont you apply for leave, he asked dilawar
Its suicidal for our financial condition explained abbu ji to his inexperienced but educated son practically, we wait eagerly for festive eids in the hope of getting more, making more, having more
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