He was a no descriptive person, a part of the mob, one of many zeros which roam the face of earth and even if they succeed in combining the result is always zero .He was helping hand in a small motor garage, ok well not a garage the let it be a mechanic without a garage. He was one of many who came out of slums of Karachi; wearing clothes patched again and again, slippers which no longer serve to save feet from the extremely hot road surface. You could see them working in road side hotels, garages, cleaning cars, shoes, tables. Their small young faces devoid of innocence and happiness, there eyes lacked sparkle, no shock of happiness succeeds in reaching there lips or produce a hint of emotion in there eyes. He was oldest of a family of six children, and still he was not yet 12, his father had passed away about two years ago just a month before the birth of his youngest and 4^th sister. He had never set foot inside a school or any sort of educational institute. His mother worked in houses of other people cooking food, washing clothes, cleaning dusting, doing any thing she could. His younger sister tagging along with her; working when and where ever she could. Other sister had to take care of all the younger ones, cook food for them while her age fellows learnt pretty poems in classrooms. Rest were too small to do any thing yet and were bidding their time till they grew up big enough to start working.

It had been a hectic day for him returning back after 12 hour of work with 50 Rs in his pocket (0.8$,.46lb) just barely enough to put a morsel of food in each of his family members mouth. He had just turned on the dirt ridden road of his slum kaatchi abadi as the government planners called it, when his gaze fell on a red piece of paper half buried in mud, As he instinctively pulled it out , and lo and behold he received a surprise of is life, it was not an ordinary piece of paper…………………….. hmmm was it some miracle, perhaps a map to some secret buried treasure, a gift from fairy god mother, a personal note from king Arthur and Lancelot, some spell, path to a dragon hold, password to some secret depository, no it was just one 100 Rs note ($1.40or .92Lb if u don’t know its worth)but for him it was nothing less than one way ticket to heaven.

When you don’t eat three square meals a day, ok let me make the correction not a single square meal (meal yes but square no), when your mother has to leave her job because she always coughs, and she cannot recover because she is not having medicine, she cannot get medicine because she is not having money, and she cannot have money because she is not having a job any more, where your sister is scolded just because she wanted to have a doll so even 100 Rs mean a lot. Ok lets decide quickly get the medicine it will be about 50 bucks get a doll for choti it will be 15-20 Rs (no need for a good one a second hand one will do) and lets see ok today we will enjoy get a plate of haleem: for today we enjoy. This thought brought a new spring in his step, a sparkle started to gleam in his eyes. And e set course for the big bazaar about 1. Km away.

They were speeding along the main road motorcycle cutting through the jammed cars of Karachi traffic; they were wearing black jackets and jeans. Cap and sunglasses were only memorable feature of there appearance. They reached their destination the rider accelerated; his partner took out something hidden in his bag.

Te crowd was enjoying a normal day with normal fights, haggling, shopping, eve teasing, when out of a sudden air filled with noise of guns being fired, people screaming, glasses breaking, cars colliding with each other. A total mayhem erupted but the boy was immune to all of this. May be he was happy now why should not he be; he had gotten rid of all the burdens the life had forced upon him. Perhaps in after life he may succeed in getting some comfort. It is said that earth quakes judder the earth, tornados tear apart the civilizations, bolts of thunder seek revenge and death when some innocent dies some where.

BUT LET ME ASSURE YOU NO SUCH THING HAPPENED THE ONLY PERMANENT CHANGE THAT WAS LEFT BEHIND WAS THAT NEXT TIME THAT NOTE CHANGED HANDS IT WAS CONIDERABLY REDDER

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What an agony of despair. These thoughts pierced me like thorns...

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