THE VOICE AND THE ECHO

m you; I am killing my fles

life were returning to the various homes. Iqbal happened to be at home. He was released on time. A

qbal set to herd them. The horizon can't drain of c

lling. He could spellbind the whole community. He mostly talked about Pakistani's i

ic story. A story of a certain man who was working in his fi

's feet and saw that they were the feet of a donkey. Paralyzed by fear, he

ked him what had happened in the field, and he said that a human-lik

. He search for the amulet he made with a bone and fur of a wolf but it was nowhere to be found. So he t

monstrous creature known as Mukhfi whenever they appear

r even a black dog. Hence the villagers often wear an amulet containing something

a corner. Iqbal could see darkness roaming around his family. And he heard someone sniff

f that if a woman broke into tears when a man is there then she

o face with a problem to which tomorrow was no respon

up himself straight in his wooden armchair. He seemed to fill his throat with ma

qba

, fat

mself to break the earthen pot of silence. Iqbal had already perceived that s

ullah for a meantime.' Masi

a dead bird. Iqbal felt like he was stuck in a rut.

as down in the mouth or chime with the development. But his nose was wrinkled up

ed money for surgery. So she took out a loan from a carpet factory owner called Ghullah. And

through the narrow streets to a carpet factory as the sun rose. Ghullah even made sure the little boy never bl

trudged home. This evening his body was heavy. His eyes too were heavy with sleep.

conscious of restlessness and servitude. Even in the dreamland, he couldn't find rest. Perfect r

ullah woke him by a blow from the carpet fork. The little lad startled f

was no manner of things one can't see in the market. If one is

ing flies, while the stench of humanity hung in the air like a heavy cloud

sserby in Urdu, with his head bowed

kaisay

ek hoon,

a guzre. Have a

z Kehna. God

inutes later with a bowl of rice served wit

accepted it without hesitation. He was about to eat without having his hands washed. Ghullah

y this time? Are you t

an!' Iqb

hell on you!' Gullah roared. 'A slav

nged to taste good food. Stay healthy. And to regain