Across the fog

Written by Faisal Iqbal

From this morning onwards it was not a specific severity in the cold. The fog also disappeared with a slight view and the sun was not sharp on the other side of the fog, but the feeling of warmth was enough to refresh the body. The specific task of the women was to wash the clothes and spread them in the cool sunlight while the men were ready to go to the mosque for Jamaat-ul-Mubarak dressed in bathing clothes after bathing. Children and middle-aged boys take advantage of the sun The ball was found to be occupied by the game, occupying an empty plot of land. My three-year-old son Mohammad From the rooftops, Zion looked at his two cousins in the Cricket League, and with his plastic ball, Mama Catch was catching me a little later with Mama Catch's voice. I would bounce back to his throwing ball, and he would start to run with joy. Then, in the game of this catch, my imagination went back and forth about thirteen years to the slogan of catcher. It was a cold November afternoon. Our house was close to the road where today the rooftop was quirky. Children and women were waiting for the ball elephants on every roof of the road. Two kilometers away, the upper terrace of the typical open terrace of Land Cruise came out weak. When a fifty-year-old man from here passes by, he will throw every ball and make a record and move to another area. The men were waiting for the curious eyes on the side of the road, hoping that they would be the Messiah. Maybe a magic wand will fix everything. Among those who had been part of the mob for a long time was that there was no special engagement after coming home from the office. Sadra, the daughter of our neighbor who handed me a ball, fell in front of me in the middle of the crowd on a clown-like man who enthusiastically responded to the screams of people dressed in a red-gray shalwar shirt. With the gesture, he was catching the ball coming towards him and bouncing back into the air. He also felt a bit tired and tired but relieved. When I first saw her, she stood with a certain glow in Nick's ready-made eyes, but now that shine was in her eyes. Even then there was a crowd and even today, the two organs were of a different nature. I was busy comparing ball balls to elephants. There was still a determination and passion between her flowers, but I was looking back a few years back in my college auditorium, from the top of the girl's dress to the toad, which every other girl in the college had, and believed in. That they would give him the good purpose of removing the necklaces and earrings from his throat and I could still see with his searching eyes how loyal he would be to his main purpose. After all, he was a human being, but the slimness of the error also changed his priorities, and in return, it didn't take me much longer than the Joker to make people laugh at me just for the purpose of the game and who threw my ball. Bring it up and just agree that my hands again hold it up and I winced with the eyebrows, they headed for the shabby clown smiling square where a lot of people stood for the autograph but the purpose was to come. Now there was the speech. I had heard many of his speeches and was impressed. I saw Sajjad Reese as the winner three decades ago. That victory was destined for him because he possessed the grip and skill of his game. When it came to impressing people with his promises and intentions, only then did he come and talk to the high throne, but he could not That everything is not done by catching up with the norm, then inflation and unemployment does not end, nor are the institutions moving on, just as the reader of this writing has done. Why? Well said ...