As I stumble in my path, out searching for my little boy.
I run around the plaza and take a turn. What do I see?
Everybody is rejoicing.
The people are busy in their parading, dancing and cheering.
And here I am, unbeknownst to them, looking for my child- the apple of my eye.
My world is lost.


Whilst he cries, for the first time in life as hard as the rain pouring in a rainstorm,
his wife is at home preparing dinner. A meal that will make her son the happiest of all the children in the world. Knowing, or rather believing, that both her husband and her son will be home soon.


Written by Ali Qureshi

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