Kamala woke up to the news of his death. Her mother’s voice was breaking as she talked. It happened yesterday around noon in the turning near the church.
It was a narrow-deserted road where huge vehicles were a rarity. The few cars and bikes that passed through this road were of the people who came to the church and they were usually
in no hurry. The possibility of such a thing happening seemed almost
impossible, but it happened. His bike was struck by a truck and he fell
onto the tarred road hitting his head. He stood up immediately as if nothing had happened like he always did. The fruit seller who was a witness said that Hassan looked all right, that he wasn’t bleeding, that he even talked. But after a few minutes, his eyes got blurry, he lost his balance and he fainted. He was rushed to the hospital but it was of no use.
