THE VOICE AND THE ECHO

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g on a big rock in front of his aged home. He was lookin

and embraced from behind her smiling old h

I chase after young gir

don't bother m

y?' He look

dogs chase after ca

an with a wintry smile. He drew her closer i

back of a tractor, where many adults and children were already sitting. An hou

ery. The problem in Pakistan was that people don't obey the law, and the polic

didn't dare, but then he stepped up to the podium, took the microphone and poured o

rpet factory. But Ehsan didn't forget the little boy, and he asked

happy to be able to start attending 'Our own school',

stay with their owners any longer. Faaiz called his mother. He was two years olde

ething eating her up. Ummuh reserved her full

he matter?' Sh

.' Faaiz snapped. 'I want to j

nce till she said, 'We

rt pounded against his ribs s

ting two square meals

unders

the air. The little boy hung his head to the

aster whom had seized him as a collateral to his father's debt. No ex

dream was overstretched to cut. T

of you

his vision was flipped open before his very eyes. For a time

h the walls of his inner being. He saw light in educati

etly. His mother

ou'll join your

aaiz wanted to say more but he was not used to expressin

ke bursting with joy when the thought of her only child would start learning how t

se don't bring shame to me. Even in death, let me not bow

whisper. 'I will never bring shame to

divined her unspoken thoughts? Ummuh prayed for him. And she in

she said. 'And do not di

!' Faai

f moon hung on the roof of far heaven. When Kharma, his bosom friend who he t

I shall go

Scho

'Ye

o? Has the deb

Faaiz said, looking around to be sure o

voice dropped to a whisper. 'Our futu

Real

ill be counting without end. The forth coming children will suf

e any other path to real life. I mean rea

dom. Debt slavery is an unending suffering. Death.

answered thoughtful

'Go

hat's yo

d something into his right ear

ar that. I wish to

ng him on the shoulder. 'We are brothers.

Than

r parents. And let me know their re

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hildren serving as debt slaves. And miraculously, the seed

reds and thousands. Iqbal, the leading figure spoke at the meeting. He emphasize

We ar

children re

her children protested against the us

flashed a perfect scenery of pu

ith her son. They both drew eyes and attention. The

the mother implored. 'He doesn't rea

said; "Al-Baatin, I will tell you a beautiful story,

ll ri

re he wasn't given enough food for four years. With hun

f bread as a relief for the four years torture and accid

prise yet he was in a dil

take the fallen key, leaving the prisoner in the

she asked the boy for a moral lesson from

e bread. The bread would definitely be eaten and be no more. But the k