The relentless grip of his aunt and cousins tightens around Muzammil, suffocating any remnants of hope he dares to harbor. Each day, as the sun rises and sets, Muzammil is thrust deeper into the ceaseless cycle of menial labor that defines his existence. His aunt’s hollow smiles mask an unforgiving cruelty, and the once fleeting moments of respite now seem like distant memories. Every task, no matter how trivial, is an unspoken reminder of his status—subservient and unworthy of anything but toil.
His cousins, Laiba and Maham, delight in his suffering, turning every moment of his life into a theater of mockery. Their laughter rings in the air, harsh and biting, as they throw barbs that slice through his dignity. No corner of the house is free from their disdain; no task is too small for them to turn into a cruel jest. Each insult lands like a blow, chipping away at the fragile pieces of his spirit.
But the most insidious form of torment is the work that never seems to end. Muzammil’s hands are constantly calloused, his back aching from the weight of unrelenting chores. It is as though he is trapped in a never-ending cycle, his identity defined by labor alone. His efforts, no matter how diligent, are dismissed with a careless sneer, as though he is nothing more than an invisible servant whose value is measured solely by his usefulness.
And yet, amidst the torment, Muzammil continues—trudging through each day with a quiet determination that no one sees. His heart beats with a muted rhythm, weighed down by despair yet unwilling to succumb to it completely. His resilience, forged in the crucible of hardship, refuses to break, even as the world around him conspires to shatter his resolve.
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General FictionThe story of an orphan teen boy who is snubbed by relatives and waits for his imaginary friend to take him away from these miseries. As the story evolves, problems in the boy's life increase, taking viewers on a roller coaster ride of emotions. "Ill...
