गरीब ससुराल ने खाई बकरा ईद पर जादूई दावत || Garib Sasural Ne Khai Bakra Eid Per Jaadui Dawat...!

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#Poor_In_Laws_Ate_A_Magical_Feast_On_Bakra_Eid...!
Scene..in the house
Khursheed..insistently) Amma when will you cook food, I am very hungry, cook food, cook food na, ahhhhh today I will eat Malai Chap and Mutton Korma, ha.
Salma...sadly) Shut up you wretched fellow, here in the house we have to crave for two meals a day and he has to eat mutton, why didn't you take birth in a rich family, for them every day is like Eid Bakra Eid, the misery is in the poor families.
Narr.. Saying this old Salma starts crying.
Alam...understands) Khurshid you know brother when Abbu ji brings ration everyday then food is cooked in our house.
Salma.. Sad.) O Allah, today Iqbal took a long time to come. Everyone has eaten only one roti each and the poor daughter-in-law is already hungry. Daughter Najma, go and ask for two rotis from the neighbour Khala Jaan's house. The daughter-in-law started eating.
Nar.. But daughter-in-law Hina refuses!
Hina.. Gently..) No Najma, don't go. Amma, don't worry. I am fine. I will eat when he brings it.
Narr.. Saying this, she would be restless from within. Poor daughter-in-law Hina would sometimes look at the hungry faces of her in-laws and sometimes look for the way at the door.
Hina. Mind) I don't know where Iqbal is. Allah, send him soon.
Narr.. For those who have wealth, every day is like the festival of Eid-e-Bakrid, but Iqbal belonged to the poor class, he had a big family in which it was his responsibility to feed everyone, the responsibility of the family often makes a man helpless, Iqbal also had the same fate, he used to work at a butcher's shop.
Scene... Working at a meat shop.
Iqbal... (mind) O Allah, I am so late at the shop today, Hina must be waiting for us there. (Speaking) Karim bhai, for the sake of Allah, please give me today's wages, I have to go home with food and water.
Karim... (angrily) Yes, get on my head, I cannot see the customer, I am looking for him, O Allah, what kind of a useless person have I employed.
Narr... Butcher Karim was very miserly by nature, he never paid Iqbal the full amount, he used to show his own cunningness
And gives him the last remaining stale mutton.
Karim.. arrogance..) Take this, will you remember how big Karim's heart is, take this mutton, cook it in the family and eat it, but now I am not going to give you money.
Iqbal... happily) No problem Bhai Jaan, thank you for this, now I am leaving, Allah Hafiz.
Narr... With a happy heart, Iqbal buys some mutton and rice on the way and leaves for home.
Iqbal... crying) Allah Miya, today there will be a feast in my poor family, otherwise we poor people are destined to spend our lives eating only two meals a day.
Narr... Seeing Iqbal at the door, Alam and Khurshid say happily.
Together... Abbu ji has come, Abbu ji has come.
Hina... worried..) You took so long, where were you, have you brought the ration..?
Iqbal... yes, I have brought meat and rice.
Alam... Aale wah today there is a feast, Amma, it is good to make a tasty biryani for us.
Narr.. It is said that old children are equal. Along with Alam, father-in-law Habib expresses a request.
Habib.. happily) Daughter-in-law, please make juicy mutton korma and hot rice for me, I have been wanting to eat it for so many days.
Hina..yes Abbu ji.
Narr... Daughter-in-law starts cooking and poor father-in-law, husband, children, sister-in-law all look at the stove with hope, but a strange smell spreads in the whole house due to which mother-in-law Salma turns up her nose.
Salma... Ehmm Allah Allah Tauba Tauba, this meat is stinking as if it is very old.
Najma.. Amma, you are right, it seems the meat was not fresh, otherwise the fragrance would have spread, such a smell would not have spread.
Salma.. this is called getting wet flour in poverty, expensive oil and spices also got wasted and we did not even get a chance to eat.
Hina..Ammi Jaan what should I do with this now..?
Salma.. what should I do daughter in law go and feed the dogs outside!
Narr... till a while ago where everyone had happiness on their face now everyone was sad, in the end the poor unfortunate family has to eat salt roti, little Khurshid eats the roti unhappily!
Khurshid..crying) enough Ammi I don't want to eat this salt roti anymore, I don't find this tasty!
Hina...crying) don't say this Khurshid whatever Allah Miya gives, however much he gives, we should eat it with our head bowed!
Alam.. but Ammi why are we so poor, we eat this everyday, when daawat is made in our neighbour's house then why is it not made in our house.

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