Prologue

Uncle, can you believe it, everyday we go to sleep, cold and hungry?!

No money, nothing!

Baba was a Shaheed.

Before he died, we always had wood.

We also had his hugs and smiles to keep us warm.

But now...

Nothing.

Baba is is gone; our warmth is gone.

But, Uncle, what did we do wrong?

What about the promise you made to Baba?

That you will take us to your house in the city,

That you would feed us,
That we would go back to school.

What happened?

Did we do something wrong, Uncle?

If this is how promises are fulfilled, then I wish you let Baba take us with him.

Aeesha_Ahmad❤.