Memorable Night

When i was crossing a road with my friend,there was a man ,who was asleep tight down the road,it was really risky for him,though he had no place to sleep ,that was why,he was sleeping down the road,well he might be a poor or hadbeen suffering from bad circumstance.I could feel that whether he had eaten meal or not because the same situation was done with me twice,i could never forget those 2 nights,when i had no palace for sleeping, my all family members were at my village and i was living alone at karachi after the sudden demise of my father,i came to karachi for completing matriculation.Albeit i had my father's flat keys where he was demised but howerver couldnot dare to go there for sleeping.
I was studying at a library,actually i came back too much late where i was living they closed their main door of their house.i knocked alot but they didnot open,then i dediced to sleep down the road as the man was sleeping when i took these pictures.

Fortunately that was the same road,where i slept down.now the question may be risen in reader's mind;"who were they",didnot open their door for my entrance,they were my relatives,it is tender to write their names here.I wept alot when i did sleep down the road because i was missing my father.My father was a General Manager of Pakitan Steel Mill in Shipping department,he was an honest officer,and Alhamdulilah i have proud at him,well i cant write more because i amn't in condition to write.When i will be successful,I will surely write about my father and about me.

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A Real Story

It is really tender to write about the kid who has no future.When i went to Jumma Bazar (Friday weekly Bazar)there was a kid,had been saying that take me as your labour,sir whatever you buy,I would take it up to your house ,Just for 30 pakistani rupees,for a few minutes before,I bought alot of vegetables and different things,It was very hard to take all the luggage by me however,I took him as my porter,he had a bag where he put off all the things which hadbeen bought by me from the bazar.while coming back to my house,I asked his name,he replied:Mustafa khan,then i asked him what is your father mustafa,he replied: he was martyr in the Afghanistan,I was shocked after hearing that,well i again asked him: What do u do besides the work.He replied: sir i am student,then i asked:what's your father name,he replied: Dur Mohammad,so mustafa how your father's incident had taken place? He answered : Sir when american troops invaded kabul,They were targetting taliban's locations but unfortunately one of their bomb hit our house,and My father hadbeen victimised and became martyr,but i was only the person who was away while this strategy being done,my all cousins,friends and family members were demised in this attack.here are some pictures of the kid.

I asked everything about him,where do u live Mustafa,He replied: Beside sohrab Goth Karachi,Well What should be written much about the story,he is just a kid but takes alot of responsibilities.certainly,pathans are hard workers,but why americans are killing those,who are not associates of taliban,This question rises in my mind.

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