THE VOICE AND THE ECHO

ion of liberty. The obedient must

kbar! All

ses trooped into the mosque to answer the call. The shadowy corners had just

every corner was lively with human activities. The women were busy doing some of the dom

lam Al

eze could bend and melt humans. And even bl

ctory had a high fever. Gullah, the owner, tied the boy's

ides when you work.' Gullah roared,

he'd be a victim of the same situation. His face grew dark. He couldn

g into action as Ghullah raised his

ied. 'Are you not a human?

and grabbed him by the shoulder. Iqbal felt the grip

sed him, turning his face away to the direction that

nsoled himself when he's faced with the difficultie

r. Of course, sunshine always follows a night. So

from his cruel empathic master. He and his friends t

ys were playing football when Iqbal with the other children came across them in the fiel

play?' One of t

. And Faaiz answered them

boys chose their ends and the game started. They played all day without

The other team were like bulls on the field. And they hadn't

gs started happening. It all began with the great scores by the Faa

leg if you missed the ball." So whenever they couldn't get hold o

m fell victims. This could be one of the reaso

dribbled and penetrated through the back defe

eads praying within for the ball to fly above the post. While the goalkeeper

the goalkeeper dived to stop it. Eighteen minutes later,

d others with tears. And that

approaching. Everyone had left. The poor children w

they were starved and thirsty. While they were in the heart of t

bats. Owl. Crickets. The children heard a sound at a close di

me Jinns? They mumbled a prayer of protecti

smay while Iqbal and one of the boys, Huzai

oth from both Pakistan and India. He was such a charming boy with so many attra

crashed in an alley by the side of a shop. T

omes to get them. He grew furious and beat the bo

abattoir waiting to be slaughtered. And they were