his name was gul sher. he lived in a small village of Afghanistan with his old parents, one sister. his village was one of the most beautiful villages of Afghanistan between hills. his father had a small piece of land with some trees of apple, pomegranate, peach. thay also had some sheep, goats. life was tough but satisfactory. in the fruit season, they picked apple, pomegranate, peach and sale them in local market to meet both ends.
at the occasion of Eid they had some lambs to sale. his sister bring sheep to feed on hills and come back in the evening. collect sheep milk and the whole family eat their meal.
his father was paralyzed some years ago and mother has infection in one eye. they don't have opportunity to go city hospital.
there were only few huts in this village and all had the same situation. they face hunger, disease. there were no education opportunity.
no facilities. but at the evening the all young guys and old people get together in a common house. talk about the whole day stories,sing songs, play instruments and dance. it was there only happiness. at some special occasion they all help each other.
winter season was more tough to them. snow falling everywhere. no grass to animals. no wood to fire.
but the fruit season is also in winter so they couldn't move anywhere else.