Sitting in a gathering of friends, his eyes fell on the watch on his wrist. The clock was ticking. It was normal for all these friends to have a party in the university hostel at night. And even if it was a weekend today, why does anyone care about time?
He sat there with the same desire as the rest of the friends in the party. He blew cigarette smoke into the air and repeated what he had been doing for the past hour. "Let us also see this beautiful woman, whose amulet of love you have been carrying for three weeks!"
No its ery difficult to see how much time has passed ..." Hasher apologized. As soon as he heard this, laughter broke out in the audience.
"Hey, leave it, man. We're meeting you for the first time today. You're becoming like we don't know you ..." Let's think about it now. He finished the sentence with a mixture of pleading and adoption.
"Okay, let's find out if there's a picture."
After a moment of silence, Hashir said, "Look, open your ears and listen to me. I can't feed you the fruit of my hard work every time, next time make your own arrangements." Began to unveil the most wanted secret: from a name to a university and then to the desired department of that university.
But what is this ...! The information that was so important to him a while ago was now suddenly unimportant to him. The name of that beautiful woman, her condition ... So his interest in knowing any aspect of it was completely gone!
He got up in a hurry and filled the room, now suffocating in this lush and interesting atmosphere of a while ago. As soon as he came out, his eyes fell on the beautiful and shining moon. Who was playing his part in captivating the 14th night scene. But the glow was still not enough to dispel the darkness of the world inside him.
Similar to Hashir's name and appearance, one of his sisters also studied in the same department of the university, whose address Hashir was proudly telling. His friends were certainly unaware of this fact. Immersed in those thoughts, he felt a burning sensation in his left hand, the cigarette in his hand was now burning in his hand. But this burning was still less than the burning and burning of the fire, which was still burning inside him.
"Those who cherish the honor of their sisters, they do not exalt the honor of the sisters of others. Those for whom their sisters are invaluable, they do not value the sisters of others. Bun comes in front of you in which whether you show up or not, the inside looks very clear and transparent. "
There was a sea of incoherent thoughts and voices that was piercing his mind. Someone from the outside world was listening to him, or he had a ruthless court of conscience inside him. He was drowning in a sea of remorse and remorse and could not imagine ...!!
