Namal | English Version

Part.7

~Even in the wind, the lamps are bright

The morning was still fresh and the whiteness had not turned to gold. Even though the breakfast was over at the driver's house, Fajr came back to the city

Nowshirwan had left again for sleep and Hashim for Court, but in most houses preparations for breakfast, school and college were still going on. This sector

Among the middle level houses there was also a small two-story house with Zulfikar Yusuf (deceased) written on the outer plaque. of home

When you go inside, rooms come out of rooms. It was a small two storied house. That is why the smell and smoke of breakfast cooking in the kitchen spread throughout the house

A fat woman was being picked up and shouted angrily.

"Osama Haneen, get up, the van is coming."

"What mom .....I had got ready for a long time ago. "A thirteen-year-old boy peered into the kitchen angrily. He in uniform

He was dressed and combing his wet hair with a brush. His hair was brown and curly. Like a feather in its category. Narat turned hastily and looked at him. "Well done. And where is Haneen?"

"Kattu Begum is still sleeping.”

"How many times has said sam that don't call your elder sister by these names".

"Count and tell me how many times mom"?

Before she could take off the shoe, he had run away.

He stopped in a room. There were two beds against opposite walls. Osama's bag was placed on one of the side tables. On the other side, she was sleeping with the quilt up to her mouth."Haneen Haaaaa neeeeeen"? He called out the name with a long drawl. "Begum, get up", then angrily shook his two arms in the quilt. There was no movement inside. Osama changed his expression. Mischief flashed in his eyes, he came towards Payanti. There was a feminine foot out of the quilt. He fell under the foot with two fingers. The toe was pulled in quickly. At the same time, she took off the quilt and threw it. "I won't leave you, naughty owl." She bent down and looked for the shoe around the bed, but he had run away and hide outside the door frame. Then, like a turtle, he turned his neck and said.

"The van is coming, I will not leave you today, Begum". The shoe came flying to him, but Usama had already touched the fly. "I am not even taking leave, today is mine paper, but this boy that allows to sleep a minutes to be longer." She got up, frowning, stomping on her toes. "Why everyday have to get up early every morning." Then she remembered something. She came to the corridor and shouted loudly. "Chubby potatoes, now you come to me to cover the notebook or make noodles."

She came in. She saw the clock " Oh no" and fastly started getting ready. When the wardrobe was opened, a pile of clothes fell out, barely stopped the pile with her hand and pulled out a suit from inside. Pushed the pile back and entered the bathroom. When she came out, she quickly polished the shoes, the clothes were not ironed. Along with mother's greetings.

"How many times have said to you that do all preparation at night? The day I don't do it, both of you won't do any work.” She was placing the breakfast on the round table at the end of the corridor in the chaos. "One is my Mir Saadi, he does everything without being told.”

She was polishing the shoes by sitting on the floor, she stopped for a moment. "Where is bahi"?

At the restaurant. He has taken leave from office today, but after Fajr he goes to the restaurant after taking office work. Colony Mosque

Today he taught Fajr as well. Imam Sahib is sick, isn't he, and both of you are the same, on the day you don't eat shoes, you won't get up for prayer". She was wearing shoes. There was a sense of pride in saying this.

Just then the horn of the van started to sound. Go fat, go sit down, uncle be comforted. Usama immediately followed the instruction and ran out calling Usha Begum. Haneen didn't pay attention. She quickly took the brush and sat at her mother's feet and raised her neck. They quickly began to make her French braid.

"Mom, just pray that today's paper will be good. Then there will be three left, after I will be free." She was saying with her head raised. She was a skinny little girl of nineteen. The color was wheatish and the impression was slight. It was not beautiful at all, but it looked good. Middle C, Baah were black and straight. It came down slightly from the shoulder and was leveled on the forehead. Amy had left the front ones while making a French braid and tied the backs with a rubber band.

Carrying the bag, the two straps on her shoulder, Haneen turned around and called out to Nadirt.

"Mom ....bahi had promised that Faris will come home today after being released. Mom! Will they really come"? In her voice

There was hope and also the fear of breaking up. "When did your brother not fulfill his promise?" When Nadirt smiled with moist eyes, she also smiled. Then the horn of van is sounded again, then She ran out in a panic.

Osama had seat with uncle on the front seat and the girls were sitting on the back seats. Van started as soon as Haneen sat down. Her class fellow Rafia made a face and said.

"Haneen! Come quickly"

Osama turned his head and looked at her.

"Rafa Baji. When you guys lived in 31st Street and used to pick you up from us later, we used to wait for you like that". Haneen looked at him triumphantly and forward his bage to Osama, whom he

Placed at his feet. Rafia and Sajal also picked up their bags with the same intention to sit a little more comfortably. She raised her arms

She felt the pulse of Osama's neck, then looked at the girls and spoke. "He is still breathing, do this, all of you give your bags, so that the breath of the child is properly stop".

While pushing the bags forward, the hands stopped immediately and turned back with a frown. Haneen facial expression changed and she looked at them all with warning eyes and sat back. Osama turned his neck and looked at him, hiding his smile, and closed his eyes. Haneen also came spontaneously and Stopped smiling.

There was a clear difference between the chicken at home and the lentil outside.

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