Homeland or Shroud 1

rother, no matter what happens, it becomes our duty to do something for our beloved country. Man, the enemy is so small that when he wants to do anything, we just sit quietly. God willing, we are terrorists. They will die only after purifying the land of Pakistan from the impure existence.. There was a crowd outside the shop of a small item.

Where a man was talking to everyone, everyone was pondering his words with great interest.

At the same time, another man present in this gathering said in a loud voice that for the stability, development and happiness of Pakistan and to secure the future of future generations, it is inevitable to uproot terrorism. We should do something for our country, our mother earth, to get rid of the curse.

And we will definitely do something, God willing.

Uncle, I need a salt, give me a salt.

Little five-year-old Amarha entered the shop, but all her attention was on the crowd sitting outside the shop..Amrha was trying to understand what these people were saying. She stood up. Uncle, what is this mother earth? Amarha asked very innocently.

Son, when you grow up, you will understand everything. The man patted Amarha’s head lovingly and said with a smile. Turned around.

What are you doing, Amarha, what thoughts are you lost in? Zunisha, who lived in Amarha’s neighborhood, was about ten years old.

Seeing Amarha lost in thoughts, she could not stay and said spontaneously.

May I ask you one thing? What is this Mother Earth?..Do you know anything about her? Amraha came and sat next to Zunisha. A storm was going on in Amraha’s mind. Amraha was It was so small but so fast that she never rested until she got to the bottom of the matter.

Mother Earth.Hmmm.Zoneesha started thinking. I think this road is not our Mother Earth.Zoneesha said thinking because she knew Amarha until Mother Earth’s. She will not know the meaning until then she will not sit peacefully. That’s why she said whatever came to Zunisha’s mind.

Is this road really our mother?

Amarha said in surprise…

Yes, really.

Amother like our mother at home? But how can it be that this road is our mother? It does not even speak anything, neither eats nor drinks. drink

They do everything for us but we for them. Don’t care. Now look how much pain we feel if someone steps on our finger, but cars run on it.

.Yet see, our mother doesn’t say anything.Both the children were innocent..They were making up stories by themselves..and then they were believing it..

How good childhood is. Every day new questions and then getting answers from these questions. New mischief. Sitting and crying for hours after being scolded. Forgetting to cry over ice cream and cheese.

And also forgetting what the scolding was about.

Yes, you are saying that you are the only one. We also do not take care of our mother, from now we will take care of our mother.

Yes, that’s right. Zonesha also strongly supported Amarha’s words.

Amarha is calling me mama, I am going.

When Zunesha heard her mother’s voice, she stood up.

Yes, you go.

You also go home, what are you doing here alone?

No, I will take care of my mother earth.

Amarha. neither you Get up and go home.

No, I will not go

Amarha was possessed by the spirit of taking care of Mother Earth.

How would she go home?

Ok, I am going if you want. Mama is calling me again and again.

Yes, well, you go

Amarha was eating salt. Half eats itself, half feeds the road. Take it, Mama, eat it too, I don’t care about you, Mama, I am your daughter, I don’t care about you, people even drive cars on you, you silently bear the pain, don’t you?

Mama, don’t worry, from now on, your daughter Amarha will always take care of you, promise. Five-year-old Amarha was also talking from the road..and was also feeding Namco.

Amarha what are you doing sitting on the road let’s go home mama is calling..Aya picked up Amarha

Amarha started running.

Leave me, I will not go.

Don’t bother me, baby, let’s go, otherwise mama will send your uncle.

No, don’t send it to my uncle.

Ok mama now I am going please don’t be angry I will come in the morning.

Who are you talking to, baby?

Amarha’s nanny saw that she was looking at the road and talking.

I am talking to my uncle, Amarha replied

Which mama are you?

I am talking to Mother Earth.

Aya brought Amarha home and told the whole thing to Amarha’s mother

Aff Amarha, now this is your new mischief. Don’t you get tired of doing mischief, mischievous girl. Speak lovingly to Mama Amarha.

Amarha was the only daughter of her parents.

She was very ladylike. Father Ayed Aban Shah was a property dealer. And Amarha’s mother Harleen was a housewife.

Harleen Ayed also had only one brother. She was the only niece of her uncle and was loved by everyone. Amarha’s maternal grandparents’ house was also nearby, so sometimes Amarha would go here and sometimes there.

Amarha beat

How long will you continue watching cartoons? Now go to sleep and go to school in the morning.

Yes, I am sleeping. I have to go to school tomorrow and then come and take care of Mama. Amraha said innocently.

Mama, go to charity. What’s the matter? My daughter is so worried about me. Harleen. They started kissing Amarha happily.

Mama, not yours, but you are talking about another mama.

Which other mother is yours?

leave mom I’m going to sleep good night mom

Love you Mama Jani.

This is Ayed Sahib. Amraha is doing strange things. At first my daughter was fine, now I don’t know who she made her mother.

Haha, I don’t know who is his mother now. Ayed said laughing.

If you laugh, then get married again.

Harleen spoke disapprovingly.

Yes, what is wrong with Begum? Four marriages are permissible in Islam.

You men know that four marriages are permissible in Islam, whether you know the first word or not. Harleen started making bad faces.

Hey, you’re getting angry. I’m just kidding, said Ayed, holding back his laughter. I can’t find anyone like you anywhere.

Just don’t put too much butter on me and you too will fall asleep.

Begum should have a cup of tea. So It will be fun.

All you have to do now is drink tea. So how will sleep come then?

Tea is in demand, love is intensity. Don’t give up. Know that only my Begum can make the best tea in this world and no one else.

Just do not apply butter, I will bring it now.

Harleen went towards the kitchen laughing.