Whose fault ?

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Photography: Arsh Azim

I can still see and hear that echo …

“Hey are you coming to play or not ? I m leaving and the rule is
still the same , the last one to reach the roundabout will be a loser ”
and he ran away saying this and I picked up my stick and my muddy tyre and and followed him …

The story rolls like this …

Ali and Arsalan were true friends , when Ali found some crumbles he shared with Arsalan and when Arsalan collected some fruit from trash can ,he shared … they stood by each other in thick and thin .No matter what happened , be it a fight or a flight they were together …
The bond present between them was based on mutual trust,sincerity ,honesty and truthfulness and that’s what friendship demands …

But the face you see now is no longer glee , melancholy plays on those muddy cheeks because the love , the breath ,the life of Ali is no more with him …
He is wondering why fate plays such games with him ,
he was born in slums yet he compromised ,
he wasn’t blessed with food , water , shelter , yet he compromised ,
he wasn’t blessed with clothes , shoes , school , yet he compromised
but the only hope of lis life , his friend … Watching him die on a road accident …
It’s cruel , unjust , not acceptable at all …
Now who will play with him , accompany him , tease him , talk with him ?
It’s all over for a boy whose life was shattered in front of his eyes …

Think and realize …
Your little carelessness, little rashness , little defiance of traffic rules can take someone’s life …
Can steal the bliss of some under privileged person …
Can snatch some dear one of someone …
It could have been you too !
So people … Kindly follow traffic rules …

Written by :  Syed Ommer Amer

Photo Credits : Arsh Azim

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