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It was about midnight when I returned to Basir's house. Back home he felt like he had made a huge mistake. There is no rice in the house. I was supposed to buy rice on the way back. I forgot to buy rice at the last minute while thinking about the world. Now it can be bought out but the gate closes at twelve o'clock. Meanwhile, he is wearing a hammer in his stomach due to hunger. There is no way for him to go out and eat. How many times have you thought you would buy something like biscuits at home? It is bought but it is not kept and it is eaten as soon as it is bought. Since there was no possibility of eating at night, Basir dropped his worries about food, threw his pants, shirt and bag on the bed and went into the bathroom for a long shower. There is no problem of water, gas and electricity in this house.

Basir works for an NGO. Field worker. You have to run here and there all day and die. He was given a laptop from the office. This makes him very happy. Due to hunger, Basir's sleeping fairy also escaped. Forced to sit down with the laptop. The next day is Friday. Holidays. Even if you don't sleep all night, there is no problem. No need to get up early in the morning. The work of the world on the laptop was useless and I fell asleep at four in the morning. I woke up at twelve o'clock in the morning. I woke up and thought, today is Friday. The Jumma prayer should be held. Leaving the bed in a hurry, it seemed that I had not eaten yesterday. Hunger is ruined by hunger. Even if you start the meal after finishing the prayers, nothing will come. Basir can't find the hat. The mood is getting worse, so is the situation in Punjabi. If the iron is a little right. You can't go to prayers after wearing a T-shirt.

The mosque is far away. Basir from where his name is Amtala Par. Not too long ago he came here. Her room is on the ground floor of the building. It is understood to be made for the doorman or the workman. Basir has not seen any doorman so far. Maybe not. The landlord may have dismissed it as a waste of money. Basir walks quickly. He has to get ten rak'ats of prayers. And like others, it is not public to come out after two rak'ats. Many people even pray with shoes on their armpits

Is out to catch.

People filling the mosque. There is no place to set foot. Why do they come to pray only on Friday? What is the benefit of their fault? He himself only comes on Fridays. After the prayers, Basir got very hungry. What can be done? Is it possible to cook and eat at home now? Or eat out? He gave up the thought of eating outside. It's a huge expense. One bowl of rice is ten rupees. The size of the bowl is too small. One pitch chicken meat is eighty rupees. Complete robbery.

Basir started walking thinking about different types of food. After walking a long way, he felt awkward. The alley looks different. Did he come through this alley? Basir started walking louder. Off the end of the alley. A small gate can be seen. This is not supposed to happen. Why is the alley closed here? Basir thought he was probably on the wrong track. The real alley must be somewhere nearby.

The gate looks quite old. Basir opened the gate and entered. Huge yard inside. Where did such a large yard come from? The yard looks familiar. Suddenly Basir realizes that this yard is really his. Very familiar. This is his grandfather's yard. He spent his childhood playing in this yard.

Basir started walking along the yard. Going a little farther, I saw a house on the right. A very beautiful woman is covering the house with dung with utmost care. This woman is his mother. Basir was surprised to see his mother. I haven't seen my mother for a long time. There is no way to see without going to Allah. An old man walked past him. Tears came to Basir's eyes. After how long he saw his grandfather. Suddenly someone said in his old voice, that Fazal. Sitting and watching? Basir looked and saw his grandmother standing. Khunti in grandmother's hand. Must have been cooking. Fazal is his father's name. He looked around to find his father. Suddenly someone sitting on top of her left head said, no mother. Basir is not with me.

Basir saw that his father was very busy picking guavas. Dad is reading guava without any fun. Basir continues to move forward. A boy was playing with a tennis ball. Seeing him, he stopped playing. Basir eats like a push. No one saw him. How is this baby looking? Suddenly he realizes that this child is himself. It's his own childhood. There is a child sitting in front of him. Age will be four or five. She is looking at him and smiling. How does Basir feel? What a sudden baby

Hall, he turned and ran in the opposite direction. Basir also started walking behind him. A huge pond in front. The child is running towards the pond. A storm swept through Basir's mind. She understands what the baby is going to do. Basir ran to catch the baby. But before that the child jumped into the water. He sat down and saw the child drowning. He began to feel restless. He must do something. This is his childhood. I mean, myself. When the baby dies

So he will die himself. The child must be saved. Basir closed his eyes and jumped into the pond.

He opened his eyes and saw that he was lying in the middle of the road. The people of the world are standing around him. What are they watching? One of them tried to sit up and said, "I see him alive." Damn? I thought he was dead. Everyone starts to leave one by one.

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