“Mama! Mujhay subha uthana please aath bajay. Baba kay sath mandijaunga,” Ali pleaded with his mother. (Mom! Please wake me up at eight in the morning. I have to go with dad to the cattle market) She nodded as she tucked him in lovingly. Ali had been looking forward to the Bari Eid since Ramazan. […]
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You let me down, my friend
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