His cousins, emboldened by their mother’s contempt, join the assault with unrelenting fervor. They mock his every move, tearing at his already fragile sense of worth. Each laugh, each sneer, is a dagger to his soul, yet Muzammil refuses to let them see his pain. He holds his head high, even as his heart crumbles under the weight of their ridicule. “A thief,” they call him, “a burden,” their voices dripping with disdain. Yet Muzammil knows that to respond, to defend himself, would only invite more cruelty. And so, he swallows their words, letting them fester in the corners of his mind, where they echo long after the laughter fades.
At night, when the house is finally quiet, Muzammil allows himself to feel the pain he has kept at bay. Lying alone in the dark, he replays the day’s events in his mind, each insult cutting deeper than the last. He feels the tears well in his eyes, but he does not let them fall. To cry would be to admit defeat, to let his tormentors win. Instead, he channels his pain into resolve, vowing silently that he will rise above this, that he will find a way out of the darkness. Yet, as the hours stretch on and sleep eludes him, he wonders if that day will ever come.
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ILLITERATE
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...
