Idgaah Premchand Summary : Stories of Premchand

Idgaah Premchand


The Story of Idgaah is here after full thirty days of Ramazan fasting. What a gorgeous and pleasant morning! The trees are unusually green, the fields unusually lush and therefore the sky unusually red. check out today’s sun. How sweet and the way cool! As if it's greeting the entire world on Eid.

The village is bustling with activity. People are becoming able to attend the Eidgah. Someone’s kurta must be buttoned. he's running to his neighbour’s for thread and needle. Someone’s shoes are stiff. he's running to the teli to shop for oil. The oxen need to be fed and watered. it might be noon before they returned from the Eidgah. it's a distance of three kos then they need to satisfy and greet many people there. it might be impossible to return before noon. The boys are the happiest lot. Some among them fasted only for each day which too till afternoon, and a few didn’t fast at all; but the enjoyment of getting to the Eidgah belongs to all or any . Roza-keeping is for the elders and therefore the old, for the boys it's just Eid. a day they chattered about Eid. Now it's here. they're during a hurry.Why don’t people move towards the Eidgah? they're not worried about their parents' difficulties. They don’t care whether or not there's ghee and sugar for the sawaiyan; they need to eat sawaiyan. How would they know why abbajaan is desperately running towards Chowdhry Qaim Ali’s house? How would they know that, if the Chowdhry backed out, the Eid would become Muharrum in no time? And their own pockets are full with Kuber’s own treasure! They remove their treasures again and again from their pockets, count them with great delight and put them back. Mahmood counts. One, two ... ten, twelve! He has twelve paise.
Mohsin has one, two, there ... eight, nine ... fifteen paise. they're going to buy countless things with their uncountable money – toys, sweets, bugles, balls, and nobody knows what all. And Hamid is that the happiest among them. he's four-five year old innocent-looking, lean and thin boy, whose father died of cholera last year and whose mother became progressively pale then died at some point . nobody came to understand the disease she suffered from. She never told anyone anything. And albeit she had, nobody would have cared. She kept it hidden in her heart. And when she could stand it not she bade goodbye to the present world. Now Hamid sleeps in his old grandmother’s lap and is as happy as ever. His abbajaan has gone away to earn. He would at some point return with bagfuls of cash . His ammijaan has gone to Allah’s house. She would return with many goodies for him. So Hamid is extremely happy. Hope may be a great point . which too among children! Their imagination can transform a molehill into a mountain. Hamid has no shoes on his feet, and is wearing an old worn-out cap the ribbon around which has turned black. Even then he's happy. He will get all he wants when his abbajaan returns together with his bags of cash and his mother her load of gifts. Then he will see where Mahmood, Mohsin, Noorey and Sammi bring such a lot money from.

Hapless Amina is sitting in her small room and crying. On today of Eid there’s not one grain of anything in her house. Had Abid been alive, would Eid have come and gone like this. She was sinking into this darkness and hopelessness. Why did this unlucky day come at all? Eid was unwelcome during this house. But Hamid! He was unmindful of these who were dead. There was light inside him, and hope. Misfortune may strike with all its force, but Hamid’s joyful heart would always conquer it.

Hamid goes inside and tells his grandmother, ‘Don’t worry amma, I shall be the primary to return. Don’t be afraid.’

Amina is unhappy. All other children are going with their fathers. Who is Hamid’s father aside from she herself! How can she let him to travel alone? He might stray therein crowd there. No she won’t let him go like this. Such alittle kid! How would he walk three kos? His feet would get blistered. He doesn’t have any shoes either. She would carry him in her lap for brief distances. on the other hand who would cook the sawaiyan? If she had the cash she could have bought all the ingredients on her way back then cooked after returning. Here she is going to take hours to gather the items . she is going to need to borrow them. That day she had stitched Fahiman’s dress and earned eight annas. She had tried to save lots of that cash like her honour, but yesterday the milkmaid had demanded to be paid. She has nothing for Hamid, but a minimum of she would wish two paise daily for milk for him. Now she is left with only two annas. Three paise in Hamid’s pocket and five in her purse. this is often all she has, and on the day of Eid! Allah alone would see her through. The washerwoman, the barber and therefore the sweeper women would also come. All would invite sawaiyan and nobody likes alittle quantity. How could she avoid them all? And, why should she? The festival comes after a year. Their fate is additionally linked to her own. May Khuda protect the boy! lately also will pass.

The villagers removed during a group. And Hamid was also going along side other children. a number of them run and take lead. Then they stand under a tree and await others to hitch them. Why are they walking so slowly? It seems Hamid’s feet have grown wings. How can he get tired! they need reached the sting of the town . The road is flanked on each side by orchards belonging to the rich. there's a pucca wall around them. The trees are laden with mangoes and litchis. Occasionally a boy aims a stone at the mangoes. The mali comes out cursing. The boys are at a secure distance from him and are laughing. How they fooled the mali!

Big buildings inherit their sight. this is often the court, this the school , and this the club-house. There must be many students studying during this college. All aren't boys,O dear. Some are men, really, with big moustaches. they're so grown up and still studying! nobody knows how long they're going to continue , and what they might do after studying so much! In Hamid’s madarsa there are two-three grown up lads, and price three cowries, get beaten up a day , for shirking their homework. Here too there must be boys like them. Why not? The club-house may be a place for magic shows. it's said that the skeletons walk here. Big-big shows are held here. But nobody is allowed inside. And within the evening the sahib log play here. Big-big people, moustached, bearded. and therefore the mems also play, really! If my ammi is as long as which is named bate, she won’t be ready to hold it. She would subside if she tried to swing it.

Mahmood says, ‘My ammi’s hands would shake, by Allah.’

Mohsin says, ‘Oh no. Your Ammi grinds maunds of wheat. Why would her hands shake, if she caught alittle thing just like the ‘baint’? She draws out many pitchers of water from the well. Your buffalo alone drinks five pitchers. If a mem had to draw only one pitcher she would black out.’

Mahmood says, ‘But she can’t run, or jump around.’

Mohsin replies, ‘No doubt, she can’t jump around. But that day when my cow entered Chowdhry’s field she ran so fast I couldn’t catch up together with her , really.’
They advance . Now, the halwai shops. The sweets are so beautifully stacked! Who eats numerous sweets?
Look, there must be maunds of them in each shop. People say djinns come in the dark and buy all of them . Abbajaan wont to say that in the dark an individual involves each shop , buys all the sweets and pays in real rupees, a bit like those we see.’

Hamid can’t believe it. ‘How would the djinns get rupees like these?’

Mohsin says, ‘No dearth of rupees for djinns. they will pick them from any treasury they like. Even steel doors can’t stop them, janab. What does one know? They possess even jewels and diamonds. If they're pleased with someone, they provide him basketfuls of jewels. Now they're here, within five minutes they will be in Kalkatta.’

Hamid asks, ‘Djinns must be huge in size?’
Mohsin says, ‘Each is as large because the sky. If he stands on the world his head touches the sky. But if they want they will become so small on enter a lota.’
Hamid asks, ‘How do people please them? Tell me a spell by which I can also please a djinn.’

Mohsin says, ‘Now, I don’t know all this. But Chowdhry sahib has many djinns in his control. If something is stolen, Chowdhry sahib can determine . He can even name the thief. Jumerati’s calf was lost. They looked for three days without success. Then they visited Chowdhry sahib. Chowdhry sahib directly told them that it had been locked up within the home for stray cattle. The djinns come and tell him everything.’

Now he could understand why the Chowdhry was so rich and why he enjoyed such a lot respect among people.

They advance . this is often the police line. All the police constables parade here. ‘Rai Tun. Fai Fo.’ Poor fellows patrol the town the entire night to stop thefts.

But Mohsin objects. ‘Do these constables patrol to stop thefts? Then you recognize nothing. Dear sir, these very people wink at the thefts. All the thieves and robbers of the town are hand in glove with them. in the dark these people tell the thieves to steal in one mohalla and that they themselves move away to a different mohalla shouting ‘jagte raho, jagte raho.’ That’s why these people have such a lot money. My mammu may be a constable. His salary is twenty rupees, but he sends home fifty rupees. By Allah! Once I asked him where he got such a lot money from.
He smiled and said, ‘Allah gives it all.’ Then he added, ‘We could get lakhs of rupees during a day if we wished. But we take only this much in order that we don’t earn a nasty name and are caught.’

Hamid says, ‘Why doesn’t anyone catch them once they help the thieves?’

Mohsin, taking pity on his innocence, says, ‘You fool, who will catch them! They themselves are the catchers. But Allah punishes them severely. The ill-gotten money is lost quickly. a couple of days ago mammu’s house caught fire and everything was burnt. Not one pot or pan might be saved. for several days that they had to sleep under a tree. By Allah, under a tree! Then they borrowed 100 from somewhere and purchased the utensils.’

‘Isn’t 100 bigger than fifty?’ asks Hamid.

‘Fifty, and 100 . No comparison! Fifty are often put in one bag. But hundred can’t be put even in two bags.’

Now they're within the thick of the town . Groups of individuals going towards the Eidgah are often seen. Wearing very bright colored dresses, each brighter than the opposite . Some are coming in an ekka, others during a motor, all drenched perfume, their hearts filled with joy. And this small batch of villagers is moving along, contented and carefree, quite unmindful of its precarious existence. Everything within the city looks extraordinary to the youngsters . Their eyes become riveted on whatever they appear at. They don’t listen even after repeated horns. Hamid is almost run over by a motor.

Suddenly, they will see the Eidgah. it's shaded by thick imli trees. Under these may be a pucca floor, on which a printed cloth sheet has been spread. Rozadars, who have come to mention the namaz, substitute rows that reach far out even up to the pucca platform around the well, where there's no sheet. The late comers come and substitute the last row. Here there's no distinction of status or wealth. All are equal within the eyes of Islam. The villagers also perform the wuzu and are available and substitute the last row. How well has everything been arranged and arranged . Lakhs of heads bow together in obeisance, then the rozadars get up . They bend forward and sit down on their knees. This sequence is repeated repeatedly , as if lakhs of electrical bulbs illuminate then explode in unison, and this goes on and on. What a unprecedented sight, that fills one’s heart proudly , devotion and bliss through this vast, timeless and collective act, as if the spirit of brotherhood has strung all the souls during a single thread.

The namaz is completed . People are embracing one another . Now people swarm round the sweets and toy shops. This batch of villagers is not any less enthusiastic than children. Look there, the hindolas, the swinging cradles. Pay one paisa and have a ride. One moment you're feeling you are flying within the air, and therefore the next moment that you simply are falling to the bottom . And this is often the merry-go-round. Wooden horses, elephants and camels hang from iron rods. Pay one paisa, and luxuriate in going round and round twenty-five times. Mahmood, Mohsin, Noorey and Sammi ride the horses and camels. Hamid stands away. He has only three paise. He can’t waste one third of his treasure only for going round a couple of times.

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All alight from the merry-go-round. Now they're going to choose the toys. Here there's a line of toy-shops. All sorts of toys – sipahis and milkmaids, kings and lawyers, water-carriers, washer women and sadhus. So beautiful! So life-like as if they're almost to talk . Mahmood buys a sipahi, one with khaki dress and red turban, carrying a rifle on his shoulder. Looks as if he's happening a march. Mohsin likes the water-carrier. His back is bent which he's carrying a goat-skin water bag crammed with water and holding the mouth of the bag with one hand. He looks happy. May be, he's singing a song. he's just getting to splash water from the bag. Noorey loves the lawyer. He features a scholarly look on his face. Black gown and a white achkan underneath. within the pocket of the achkan a gold chain for a watch; and an enormous law book in one hand. It seems he's coming back from the court after a cross examination or arguing a case. of these toys are worth only two paise each. Hamid has only three paise. How can he buy such expensive toys? And if the toy fell off his hands it might forced an entry pieces. a touch splash of water would discolour it. What use buying such toys?

Mohsin says, ‘My water-carrier would bring water a day , morning-evening.’

Mehmood says, ‘And my sipahi would guard my house. And ‘faer’ his rifle directly if someone came to steal.’

Noorey says, ‘My lawyer would fight many cases.’

Sammi says, ‘And my washer woman would wash clothes daily.’

Hamid begins to decry the toys. ‘They are only made from clay. If they fall they might forced an entry pieces.’ But he's watching them with lustful eyes and needs to carry them in his hands and fondle. His hands choose them but children aren't easy givers, particularly when their possessions are new. Hamid is left crammed with longing.

 After the toys, the sweets. Some are buying reories, some gulab jamuns, some sohan halwa. they're eating with delight. Hamid is outside this group. Poor fellow has only three paise. Why doesn’t he buy something to eat? he's just watching others with greedy eyes.

Mohsin says, ‘Hamid, come, have a reorie. it's so sweet-smelling!’

Hamid doesn’t believe this. It seems a cruel joke, for Mohsin can’t be so generous. But still he goes to him. Mohsin takes one reorie from the leaf-bowl and shows it to him. Hamid extends his hand to require it. Mohsin immediately puts it into his own mouth. Mahmood, Noorey and Sammi clap their hands and laugh. Hamid becomes shamefaced.

Mohsin says, ‘This time I’ll give, by Allah, come, have it.’

Hamid says, ‘Keep it to you. I too have money.’

Sammi says, ‘You have just three paise. what percentage things would you purchase with them?’

Mahmood says, ‘Come, Hamid, I’ll offer you a gulab jamun.’

Hamid says, ‘What’s so great about sweets? Books say numerous bad things about them.’

Mohsin says, ‘But in your heart you want to be eager to eat them. Why don’t you're taking out your money?’

Mahmood says, ‘I know his tricks. once we have spent all our money, he will buy and eat to tease us.’

After the sweets shops come the shops selling things made from metal. Some are selling things made from tin, some are selling artificial ornaments. The boys aren't interested. They move forward. Hamid stops at the shop selling iron things. He sees a pair of tongs. He remembers. Dadi doesn’t have one. Her hands get singed when she bakes rotis. If he bought a pair of tongs she would be very happy. Then her fingers won’t get singed. this is able to be a useful thing reception . What use are toys? You waste your money. they provide you pleasure for a brief while. Afterwards nobody even looks at them. they could forced an entry pieces before they reach home; and if they did reach, the youngsters who couldn't come to the fair would willfully take them and smash them to pieces. A pair of tongs is extremely useful. you'll use it to carry chapatis and bake them as you wish . And if someone involves borrow fire, you'll just pick a bit of burning wood and hand it over. Amma has no time to return to the market. And then, when would you've got money for this! She burns her fingers a day .

Hamid’s companions have moved ahead. they're drinking sherbet at a charitable stall. Look how greedy they are! They bought numerous sweets but nobody shared them with me. On top of it they inquire from me to accompany them. do that or that for us. Now I’ll see how they inquire from me to try to to anything for them. allow them to eat sweets. Their mouths would rot. they might get sores. they might become hooked in to the taste of sweets. Then they might steel money from home and obtain thrashed. Books don’t tell lies. My tongue won’t be infected. And amma would come running towards me on seeing the tongs and exclaim , ‘My child, you've got brought this for me!’ She would bless me thousand times. She would show it to her neighbours. the entire village would mention it. ‘Hamid has brought a pair of tongs for his amma. What an honest boy.’ Who would bless these boys for bringing the toys? The blessings given by the elders reach straight at Allah’s court and are accepted. I don’t have money. That’s why Mohsin and Mehmood boast . i might also do an equivalent . allow them to play with the toys and luxuriate in eating sweets. I won’t play with toys. Why should I care about them? i'll be poor, but I don’t go begging. After all, my abbajaan would come at some point . And ammi would also come. Then i might ask them. what percentage toys would they like? i might buy basketfuls of toys for every and show them how one should treat one’s friends. Not like them: that you simply buy reories for a paise and begin eating ahead of you. All of them would tease him for purchasing a pair of tongs. Let them.

He asked the shopkeeper the worth of the tongs.

The shopkeeper checked out him and said, ‘This isn't for you.’

‘Is it for sale?’

‘Why not? Why have I kept it here?’

‘Why don’t you tell me the price?’

‘Six paise.’

Hamid’s heart sank.

‘Tell me the proper price.’

‘Five paise. Nothing less.’

Hamid hardened his stance and said, ‘Would you're taking three?’

Saying this he walked away, fearing an angry retort from the shopkeeper. But the shopkeeper didn't rebuke him. He called him back and handed over the tongs. Hamid kept it on his shoulder as if it had been a rifle, and joined his companions with great pride. He was able to hear their criticism.

Mohsin said, ‘Why did you purchase the tongs, you fool. Of what use are they to you?’

Hamid threw the tongs on the bottom and said, ‘Just you are doing this together with your toy sipahi. All its bones would crack in no time.’

Mahmood said, ‘This isn't a toy.’

Hamid said, ‘Is it not a toy? just I kept it on my shoulder and it became a rifle. if I hold it in my hand it becomes a fakir's tong. I also can use it as a majira. If I like, with one stroke from this I can destroy all of your toys. And your toys can do no harm to my tongs. Brave as a lion is my pair of tongs.’

Sammi had also bought alittle drum. He was impressed. He said, ‘Would you exchange with me?’

Hamid checked out the drum with contempt and said, ‘My tongs can rip your drum apart. Just a bit of sentimental skin that creates a dub-dub noise. slightly of water will finish it. My brave tongs can stand against fire, water or storms.’

The pair of tongs has mesmerized everyone. But nobody has the cash now. then they're now distant from the fair. it's well past nine and therefore the sun is getting hot. most are during a hurry to succeed in home. Buying a pair of tongs is now out of question. Hamid is so clever. That’s why the rogue hadn’t spent his money.

Now the boys have divided into two camps. Mohsin, Mehmood, Sammi and Noorey are all on one side, and Hamid is on the opposite side. A debate is on. Sammi has turned an apostate and joined the opposite camp. Even Mohsin, Mahmood and Noorey, all elder to Hamid by a couple of years, feel terrorized by Hamid’s verbal onslaughts. He has the force of justice and strength of policy on his side. there's clay on one side; and iron on the opposite posing as steel. he's unconquered, and deadly. If a lion came their way, the water-carrier would be flattened. The sipahi would throw his clay rifle and flee. And lawyer sahib would, out of sheer fright, lie flat on the bottom and conceal his face in his cloak. But this brave pair of tongs, this Rustum-i-Hind, would hop on to the lion’s neck and pluck out his eyes.

Mohsin summoned all his courage to mention , ‘Ok, but it can’t draw water.’

Hamid held the tongs upright and said, ‘He would just order, and your water-carrier would go running to bring water and begin spraying it at his door.’

Mohsin was down but Mahmood brought in reinforcements. ‘If he’s caught he would be dragged to the court. then he would need to fall at lawyer sahib’s feet.’

Hamid couldn't refute this forceful argument. ‘Who would catch him?’

‘This rifle-carrying sipahi.’ Noorey said proudly .

Hamid taunted him. ‘Will this poor fellow catch my Rustum-i-Hind? Ok, come, let’s have a match . All would run away seeing him from a distance. faraway from catching him.’

Mohsin launched another offensive. ‘Your pair of tongs would daily burn its face within the fire.’

He thought Hamid would be silenced. But this is often what happened. Hamid retorted directly . ‘Janab, only the brave jump into the hearth . Your lawyer, your sipahi and water-carrier would run homewards like girls. Only a Rustum-i-Hind can jump into fire.’
Mahmood made another attempt. ‘Lawyer sahib would sit on a chair-table. Your tongs would keep lying on the kitchen floor.’
This argument roused both Sammi and Noorey. Mohsin had said something great. What else can a pair of tongs do except dwell the kitchen?
When Hamid couldn't find any forceful rejoinder he decreased to tomfoolery ‘My tongs won’t stay within the kitchen. When lawyer sahib is sitting in his chair, my pair of tongs would go there, catch him and drag him to the bottom and thrust his laws into his belly.’

This was no argument. it had been mere abuse. But the thought of thrusting the laws into the lawyer’s belly completely overwhelmed everyone. such a lot so, that each one the three warriors were stunned. it had been as if a half-paise kite had sent hurling down an enormous kite by isolating its line. Law may be a thing that comes out of the mouth. Shoving it into the mouth sounds absurd, yet there's something novel during this idea. Hamid had won the fight. His pair of tongs is that the Rustum-i-Hind. Now, Mohsin, Mahmood, Noorey and Sammi can’t raise any longer objections.

The respect that a victor naturally deserves from the losers was given to Hamid. The others had spent three to four annas each, but none of them had been ready to buy anything worthwhile. And Hamid had done wonders by spending only three paise. That’s the reality . What are toys? they might break quickly. Hamid’s pair of tongs would last for years.

Negotiations for terms of a truce began. Mohsin said, ‘Come, show me your tongs and have a glance at my water man.’

Mahmood and Noorey also offered to point out their toys.

Hamid had no problem accepting these terms. The pair of tongs was inspected by beat turn. And Hamid petted the toys one by one. How beautiful they were!

Hamid tried to wipe the losers’ tears. ‘I was just kidding. This pair of iron tongs is not any match for these toys. It seems they're getting to wake up any moment.’

But this is often no consolation for Mohsin’s group. The pair of tongs has already made its mark. It’s impossible to get rid of with water the stamp that has stuck.

Mohsin says, ‘But nobody will bless us for these toys.’

Mahmood retorts, ‘Blessings! we'd even get a beating. Ammi would ask whether this clay toy were all I could bring from the fair.’

Hamid had to agree that no one’s mother would be as pleased with the toys as his grandmother on seeing the tongs. He had only three paise to try to to everything, and there was no reason to regret the way he had used his money. And now the pair of tongs was the Rustum-i-Hind and king among the toys.

On their way back Mehmood felt hungry. His father gave him bananas to eat. Mahmood shared them only with Hamid. All the opposite boys kept staring. This was a gift won by the tongs.

At eleven o’clock the entire village came alive. The fair-goers had returned. Mohsin’s younger sister ran towards him, snatched the water-carrier from his hands, and even as she jumped with joy the water-carrier slipped from her hands and crashed to the bottom and departed for heaven. At this the brother and sister had an enormous fight and both of them cried. Their mother became so angry to listen to the noise that she thrashed them both.

Mian Noorey’s lawyer met a more honourable end, befitting his status. A lawyer couldn’t be seated on the bottom , or during a nich. His dignity had to be maintained. Two pegs were fixed within the wall and a wooden board was placed on them. On the board a paper carpet was spread, and lawyer sahib was seated on his throne like Raja Bhoj. Noorey started fanning him. within the courts there are electric fans or khass for cooling. Shouldn’t there be a minimum of a standard fan here? Otherwise the warmth of the laws would make lawyer sahib's head reel. A bamboo fan was brought and Noorey started fanning. nobody knows, whether it had been the air from the fan or the fan itself that downed the lawyer and sent him from the planet of the living to the planet of the dead. His body of clay became one with clay. Then there was great mourning and lawyer sahib’s remains were consigned to the rubbish heap.

Now about Mahmood’s sipahi. He was directly given the patrol duty within the village. But the constable isn't a standard person who he should go walking on his feet. He would ride a palki. alittle basket was brought and a few red-coloured rags were spread in it. The sipahi was made to lie in it. Mehmood picked up the basket and commenced to pace up and down ahead of his own door. His younger brothers shouted ‘jagte raho’ on the sipahi's behalf. But the nights need to be dark and Mahmood stumbled against something. The basket slipped off his hands and fell to the bottom . The sipahi along side his gun hit the bottom and one among his legs was fractured. Only today Mahmood realized that he was such an honest doctor. He found an ointment that would repair that broken leg. But he needed some sap from the banyan . The sap was brought and therefore the fractured leg repaired. But the instant the sipahi was made to face his leg gave way. When the surgery failed his other leg was also broken. Now a minimum of he can sit comfortably. With one leg he was unable to take a seat or stand. Now the sipahi has become a sanyasi and keeps watch within the sitting posture. Sometimes he acts sort of a god. Some lines are etched on his head to form it look turbaned. Now you'll do with him whatever you wish . Occasionally he's used as a weight.

Finally, hear Mian Hamid’s story. the instant Amina heard his voice she came running and lifted him up in her lap and commenced to fondle him. Suddenly she saw the tongs in his hand, and cried ‘Where did you get this?’

‘I bought it.’

‘For how much?’

‘Three paise.’

Amina beat her breast. What a foolish boy! it's already noon and he hasn’t eaten anything. And what has he brought, this pair of tongs! ‘Couldn’t you discover anything to shop for at the fair? Except this iron tongs.’

Hamid said with a way of guilt, ‘Your fingers get burnt once you cook. So I bought this.’

The old woman’s anger directly become affection. Not the love that's long-winded and expresses itself during a spate of words. But one that's quiet, thick and sweet. How full the kid is with renunciation, generosity and understanding! He must have felt tempted on seeing others buying toys and eating sweets. How did he restrain himself? There too he thought of his old grandmother. Amina was crammed with joy.

And now something very strange happened. Even stranger than Hamid’s tongs! the kid Hamid had played the role of the old Hamid. The old Amina now became the girl Amina. She had spread her dupatta and was begging for blessings for Hamid, and shedding big tears. How could Hamid unravel this mystery?


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