NOTE: for those who've already read the book,
I have not copied the text, its just that I've figured out the story in some different way adding on my own thoughts and feelings...
Wind was blowing in the desert. The weather, which touched them, had a terrible coldness in it. Abdullah took out a red shawl with floral prints on it and wrapped it around his body. He was shivering. His face looked down and his eyes were all watery. He couldn’t think of anything else. All his thoughts were moved to the incident, which took place in the morning. He regretted that he kept quiet at that time. He walked thoughtlessly…
I have not copied the text, its just that I've figured out the story in some different way adding on my own thoughts and feelings...
Wind was blowing in the desert. The weather, which touched them, had a terrible coldness in it. Abdullah took out a red shawl with floral prints on it and wrapped it around his body. He was shivering. His face looked down and his eyes were all watery. He couldn’t think of anything else. All his thoughts were moved to the incident, which took place in the morning. He regretted that he kept quiet at that time. He walked thoughtlessly…
His father was walking behind him with Moohri, the camel. He
could notice the tiredness, the deep despair in his son. He called him,
“Abdullah… Abdullah… why don’t we spend our night here and take some rest.
There are miles to go. It will take us two complete days to reach our house.
Let’s stay here. We have blankets. I’ll light up the fire.”
Abdullah looked back but said nothing. He sat on the sand
with his legs crossed. His father took out some twigs etc. and lit the fire.
Then he took out a blanket and gave it to Abdullah. Abdullah took it and
wrapped it around his body. He could feel the warmth of the blanket. It felt
good. “The fire will help you, my son”,
said his father.
Abdullah looked at the fire. He could see Pari in those
yellow flames. He could see Pari smiling, dancing, giggling… All those nostalgic thoughts came over.
The first time they had fought, the first time Pari cried, how they used to
listen to stories together from their baba, how they used to help their mother,
the village fair they enjoyed, the lessons they had learnt, everything seemed
very beautiful at that time. But then suddenly he realized that… the beauty was
gone… it was lost… lost in the crowd of the cities, the noise of the vehicles
and the silence of the desert. It felt as if somebody had taken away his life.
Pari was gone. His sister, his only sister was gone. Now nobody was there to
make Abdullah smile, to make him run after her. Tears came out of his eyes. He
thought of Pari, how she would survive there, in the house of those rich
people. Would she ever be able to forget her past and enjoy her present? No.
the answer was simple. She would not. Abdullah, her brother was everything to
her. She could not live without him. Merciless people they were who took out
the heart of a boy, destroyed the sweet relationship of a brother and sister,
took away Pari’s family from her. Pari’s sweet voice curled around Abdullah. He
could hear Pari calling him, “abollah… abollah…” the pain was unbearable,
disastrous. Abdullah couldn’t control himself. But what could have been done?
Pari, now, didn’t belong to him anymore. She was somebody else’s daughter with
some different identity. Abdullah felt helpless. He would never see her again,
he thought. He lied down on the sand and stared at the sky. There was nothing
he could do. He couldn’t stop thinking about Pari, who wasn’t Pari anymore. He
couldn’t bring her back. He couldn’t even talk to her now. And all he could do
was… to count the stars above which were shining at that time…
