Chapter 2: In the dark night
In the darkest of nights, they are always searching for me. They are always hunting me holding flaming torches in their hands, I was hiding in the cart full of grass. Somehow I was able to view them burning my home in front of my eyes.
I nevermore get to know why they did that to us. Oftentimes I see my father in visions in which he was distracting mobs from me. I saw them holding burning torches and burned my father alive till death.
It was a nightmare from my reminiscences, I opened my eyes. The chirping of birds is telling me to wake up and to go for work. I arose up stretching. the sun didn't rise yet.
Hamid headed toward the ground floor in his house. He takes Meswak, soap, and mug of water and moves outside as the facility of the washbasin is not available and bathrooms are also preoccupied. He squeezed two small portions of unusable soaps against each other to make it a big one to use it. Near the sewer, he drools in it after taking Meswak and after washing his face with a soap he goes to his house, his mother started making black tea. Meanwhile, he washed cups only with water. He didn't argue about the taste of tea essentially It needed sugar, but he is well aware of the condition that he is living in.
His mother Reshma was a sweeper and dishwasher for the rich families of the street. Her earnings are so less she could Bearly afford the rent of his house. She is self-respect and didn't beg from anyone. Despite having a Injure she never quit working, she understands the difference between pain from a injury and Huger.That's what keeping herself to never stop working even extreme pain.
While going to work in a restaurant Hamid always encounters some kids wearing school uniform, while holding the forefinger of their father in their palm, laughing, smiling, and hoping sometimes, around the street. As he watches them the feeling of distressed and discomfort grew in his heart results in the abrupt emptiness.
No man can replace your Father, the space a father creates in his children's heart is irreplaceable. The space in Hamid's heart for his father can't be filled or healed. 2 years since his fathers passed away in front of him protecting his family from mobs. The whole incident was so fresh in Hamid's memory as Its happened yesterday.
Due to less source of income he left school and started working in a restaurant although it is prohibited for a Children to work. But this is India every illegal thing occurs here.Things that you can't even imagine.
You can find people worship every kind of animal from a rat to a rattlesnake. There is a temple of a bike here. A person who lives in Hyderabad worships Donald trump, The president of United States. By placing flowers in front of his photos. Can you imagine these types of activities? these are common in India
Hamid goes towards a tree and takes out small brach of it writing his name in English on the road, just too know if he remembers how to write his name.
He walks towards the Bodhan road, it is the only big and 2-way road in the city. Hamid every time has difficulty while crossing the road, there are neither signals nor zebra crossing on the road. there are other 4 workers at the restaurant, He sweeps the floor every morning at precisely 9:00 am. While he was sweeping he is thinking about how to rotate his living conditions which are extremely difficult for him to live. He was very disappointed by his life. He unrolls the shutter of restraint when his manager arrives at 9:20 am.
When the manager came I said, "Assalam Alikum", "Walikum Assalam" the manager replies, The manager was very religious in some prospective and Sometimes he teaches us Islamic knowledge.
He shows pity on me because I am an orphan. He is a small man with a very sharp mind, he always wears kurta, there was a time when wearing western clothes, but it was a long time ago. someone told me.
He even gives a bonus sometimes. He reads books unlike many Muslims who just listen to the preacher and misinterpret them and represent to everybody as they understood, He explained to me that this method of spreading knowledge is false. Reading books is the most authentic way for gaining wisdom.
"He is indeed a philosopher". I was in not in the mood to work because I often think about the dream, manager calls and polity is there something wrong with you, He once taught me telling lies is a sin. So I tell him everything whats is happing with me. What will you do if you are in a situation like me, I asked my manager.
Suppose a woman who has 2 children and his husband died. And there is no source of income left for her, in that condition what a helpless woman will do, he asked me?? She will strive and by any means, she will feed her children until they mature. I replied.
If a widow who just lost her love of life didn't quit no matter how harsh the conditions are going to be for her. If a woman who supposedly has less physical strength than man, when that widow never complains and adapts to the harsh conditions and in that extreme conditions, she defeats her fate. Then why if you ravel in some difficulty, I am not observing a single reason why would you quit.
Quran says "don't be sad, Allah is with us.
Rumi once told "Stop acting so small. You are the universe in escalatic motion".
These words touched my heart very much, They just reliefs the burden of my heart. It seems, I am not the only one who has the burden of sorrows, deaths to mourn. "I can't just wait and let things getting more worse I have to take action as immediately as possible. There are other works as well that I have to complete I can't just put my hands on each other. I will stand and will snatch whatever is mine Either by the court or by force".
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