THE VOICE AND THE ECHO
, you will be forever fr
g on a big rock in front of his aged home. He was lookin
and embraced from behind her smiling old h
I chase after young gir
don't bother m
y?' He look
dogs chase after ca
an with a wintry smile. He drew her closer i
back of a tractor, where many adults and children were already sitting. An hou
ery. The problem in Pakistan was that people don't obey the law, and the polic
didn't dare, but then he stepped up to the podium, took the microphone and poured o
rpet factory. But Ehsan didn't forget the little boy, and he asked
happy to be able to start attending 'Our own school',
stay with their owners any longer. Faaiz called his mother. He was two years olde
ething eating her up. Ummuh reserved her full
he matter?' Sh
.' Faaiz snapped. 'I want to j
nce till she said, 'We
rt pounded against his ribs s
ting two square meals
unders
the air. The little boy hung his head to the
aster whom had seized him as a collateral to his father's debt. No ex
dream was overstretched to cut. T
of you
his vision was flipped open before his very eyes. For a time
h the walls of his inner being. He saw light in educati
etly. His mother
ou'll join your
aaiz wanted to say more but he was not used to expressin
ke bursting with joy when the thought of her only child would start learning how t
se don't bring shame to me. Even in death, let me not bow
whisper. 'I will never bring shame to
divined her unspoken thoughts? Ummuh prayed for him. And she in
she said. 'And do not di
!' Faai
f moon hung on the roof of far heaven. When Kharma, his bosom friend who he t
I shall go
Scho
'Ye
o? Has the deb
Faaiz said, looking around to be sure o
voice dropped to a whisper. 'Our futu
Real
ill be counting without end. The forth coming children will suf
e any other path to real life. I mean rea
dom. Debt slavery is an unending suffering. Death.
answered thoughtful
'Go
hat's yo
d something into his right ear
ar that. I wish to
ng him on the shoulder. 'We are brothers.
Than
r parents. And let me know their re
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hildren serving as debt slaves. And miraculously, the seed
reds and thousands. Iqbal, the leading figure spoke at the meeting. He emphasize
We ar
children re
her children protested against the us
flashed a perfect scenery of pu
ith her son. They both drew eyes and attention. The
the mother implored. 'He doesn't rea
said; "Al-Baatin, I will tell you a beautiful story,
ll ri
re he wasn't given enough food for four years. With hun
f bread as a relief for the four years torture and accid
prise yet he was in a dil
take the fallen key, leaving the prisoner in the
she asked the boy for a moral lesson from
e bread. The bread would definitely be eaten and be no more. But the k