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scene...pray
Iqbal... Bismillah Al Rahman e Rahim,,, may God bless your name, please give me bread for the whole day today, Amen.
Narr... Poor Iqbal was living in poverty with his old mother Tehmina, two children and his wife, no matter how poor his condition, he did not roam around with good intentions, he was a cook in a dhaba, its owner Habib was a miser. and was tough
Iqbal...Ghazal give me the bread quickly
Ghazal..Sadly) Yellow ji, there was not even a single vegetable today, so I have kept roasted kabuli gram with the roti.
Nqrr...old Tehmina becomes sad after hearing this
Tehmina (crying) Or God knows how long these days of poverty have to last, my poor child eats only two chapatis a day and is sore all day long, for us.
Iqbal...Ammi, if Allah wills, our poverty will definitely go away one day, okay I am leaving Allah Hafiz
Narr.. Then both the children of Iqbal surrounded him and expressed their wish and said
Ali..with happiness,) Abba Jaan, Ramzan is starting from tomorrow, please bring us good fruits and Ol Thajur sweets too.
Iqbal...Ok ok, Ali Abba will bring the fruits, doesn't our lovely Sajjadi want anything?
Narr… then seven year old Salmi said with a smile.
Salmi...want, Abba Jaan, this time we will celebrate Eid well, not like rich people do jalsa, make vermicelli, buy new clothes and earrings, you also get it for us.
Iqbal.., ok, but Eid will come after thirty days, daughter, we will get it for you.
Salmi.. then promise me.
Naar…Iqbal extended his hand and placed it in little Salmi's hand, but as if that day was about to fall on Iqbal's life like a doom, when the poor fellow reached the dhaba, he could not even breathe a sigh of relief when Habib started shouting.
Habib. Angrily) Oh Barkhurdar, this is not Babuji's hotel where you are resting, start cooking quickly.
Iqbal...scared,) Yes Habib Mia
Narr...Standing near the fireplace and sometimes near the stove flame all day long, he became tired and exhausted at night.
Iqbal,..,,weeks) Ahhh oh thank God, all the work is done, Habib Bhai Jaan, I have been fasting since yesterday, please give me some money.
Habib… angrily) Why is there a money tree growing near me? I will not pay even an anna before the month.
Iqbal..Crying) Don't say like this, Sir, if you change your eyes, what will happen to us poor daily wagers?
Nar..Iqbal throws himself in front of him from head to toe, but not a single rupee comes out of the pocket of Kanjar Pathan Habib. With this burden in his mind, when Iqbal was returning home, a car hits him hard and runs away. In which one of his hands gets completely crushed and on the other hand, Iqbal's poor family waits for him to return homeI was there, when he came home with a bandage on his cut hand.Ghazal...crying), O Allah, what has happened to you?
Iqbal..crying) My hand got cut Ghazal Ahhhh huuuhhh
Narr... Seeing her son's severed hand, Tehmina starts crying and gets angry at the person above.
Tehmina...Crying), Ahhuhhh huchh oh God, you have changed our Ramzan into Muharram, now who will run my child unarmed, the bread of this family?
Ghazal...I am mother, I will take care of the house now.
Nar... Somehow those poor people break their fast with dry bread.
Ali...Crying @) Amma, I won't eat this stale roti, please make something better.
Ghazal (crying). Ali, you are my brave son, Ammi will bring fruits for Iftar in the evening, very good for her prince son.
Narr...The fast of that poor family is spent in misery and sorrow, and the day also comes, when there is not even a single grain left to make ends meet in poverty. Ghazal was sitting outside the house worried, only then she finds herself in trouble with the rich.