Evening comes down to the heart of the city. Slowly night falls. The black night of gloomy darkness. The soil of winter gets wet with blood. The 8-year-old Tokai girl, who was dying due to the torture of the rapist, started breathing loudly in order to survive. The sound of Azan came from a distance. Azan of Ashar. Jamil said in a slightly rude voice, "There is no more time to call to prayer, bastard". In a secluded place no one can hear his voice. Tokai heard a faint sound in the girl's ears. The girl's eyes are blurred. She wants to scream but her voice is blocked. The tears and blood of her eyes become one. As soon as the call to prayer was over, the little girl said goodbye to the world forever. Jamil muttered with a slightly distorted smile, "God, save me." As soon as he said "Khachchar Maa *", his body started sweating. In the fog of winter and the darkness of the night no one's eyes fall on his sweat-soaked body. Must read or what! Who will come to this secluded place! By the grace of God, I got a good product! This is one of Jamil's habits, he takes the name of Allah in words. His idea is to take the name of Allah even if he does bad deeds. All sins are forgiven. He is reluctant to accept that the Holy One of the Creator is defiled in it.
In the light of the phone, the body is left in the side pond and the blood stains are washed away with water.
Jamil walks with a sigh. He wipes his body wet with sweat with a handkerchief. He has a little conflict with his conscience as he goes.
Vivek: I would have got another marriage if necessary, so I ended my daughter's life like this?
Jamil: It takes money to get married, it doesn't take money to rape. Besides, I haven't done anything bad. I'm having a little fun talking about feeding him, what's wrong with that, hmm! The girl has benefited as much as I have benefited from it. One day or another, the Tokai girl would have died without being able to eat. I made the job easier. Understood conscience, understood.
Suddenly his phone rang. Upon receiving it, his mother from Opash said, "Daddy, how are you doing? Come to the hospital as soon as possible (the name of the hospital is called). Jamil gave birth to his first child before he reached the hospital. He had a daughter. He no longer remembers the words. He kisses the forehead of the girl (her daughter) with absolute affection, but the respect of a baby girl has died due to the blow of this lip. He hugs the girl (her daughter) with absolute joy. Cut!
Jamil's daughter is now 6 years old. Goes to school. He was playing in the small alley next to the house. When a talented young man in the neighborhood looked at the girl with evil eyes, Jamil threatened to take his eyes off him but in his eyes the dignity of a girl his age was robbed. Who knows if he remembers that!
Now winter has come. Jamil's daughter was playing with the children in the alley. Suddenly one day when she was alone, a middle-aged uncle picked her up on his lap. He took her to the bedroom to give her chocolates. Her body is fainting in pain. The girl lost consciousness. The sound of Maghrib Azan came to her ears.
Meanwhile, the search for the girl at home fell. After searching for a few hours, he found the girl on the side of the road. He was brought home on a winter's evening. The girl crouched down on the bed, her eyes looking for a little light in the distant sky. Jamil is standing next to the girl.
Unexpectedly, the girl said to Jamil, "Why did my uncle do such a thing to me, father? Jamil has no words. His body is sweating, just like that foggy night a few years ago.
But is this falling sweat his violence or his schedule? It is no longer known.
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