The sentiments were good, the heart was thirsty, and whatever was found was found in reference to the mentor. Whether the decisions made by the Murshid were right or wrong, it was not possible for the world to decide for itself. As far as the thirst of the heart is concerned, the longing and desire remained in the heart. The parents and family were lost. Even they could not be told that was longing of the heart, by the way, everything was fine. The financial condition had also improved a lot, the social status was not found but nevertheless it was getting by. If he tried to include someone else in life, he could also make it possible. But there was definitely one desire in the heart, that if something is done, it should be done with the involvement of parents and family members, otherwise what is the use? Life is passing by, thirsty eyes were always looking for themselves.

What Murshid had given was indeed of great status, but his work could not be done. Jamal jamdani was more than happy and began to consider himself the owner of a great position, but I was not satisfied, so some time passed. It was a very strange case. The shop we were sitting in was decorated in such a way that if the police were drawn towards us, it should have been difficult to respond. That evening also a strange person came to me.

With me I am saying specifically because at that time the general manager of our Mr. Ahmad sahib was not present and the director Jamal jamdani was also not there. Both had gone for some work, only I was sitting. Now that person came in without permission. A very thin face with a short beard wearing a round cap even the dress looked like it had been altered and had come in for the owner. I looked at it with some distaste and thought to myself that it was very necessary to have a new one, it was not difficult. It could have been easily obtained, at least the pople who asked for such things did not come to Sayed I like this. I was looking at him suspiciously when the chair in front of me was dragged.

I said in a slightly angry tone. "What's the matter?"

"You have a job."

"What do you do? He said in a harsh tone.

"Your mind is out of order; tell me how you came here."

"Give me something, I am in need," he said.

"Be an old man, be a saint, why? That's what I want to say. I know people like you all too well with the style you have adopted to beg for food."

In response he laughed teasingly and then spoke light in his eyes. Yes, there is the reason in the mind.

I have come to you need, you are scolding me. "You get up politely and go out or I will make you a prisoner. "Why are you sitting here to solve the world's problems? From people's heads to eliminate the effects of witchcrafts. Do you know what this is all about? Are you the master of any school? Or I am on the run from the insane asylum, my mind is broken, let's get up and get rid of it, you people are adopting new and new ways to beg, now the beggar, what will you ask from me after this, also tell me."

He looked at me, then stood up and spoke in an ambient manner. A man from the agency was sent for information. Came to find out. Its talk, its bile. I give a lot, if the warrant is issued, you will be picked up, he said as he walked quickly went out. I stared intently at the door, once again realizing that I was crazy, talking nonsense. But still cautiously got up from his place. Went out and saw, coincidentally, Nisar Ahmadi and Jamal jamdani were coming. Well done, they both asked at once. Has anyone come down from the seventies? How long ago? Not a few seconds ago, there's no one coming down here, were coming from below, I looked around and there was no place where he could go.

Jamal jamdani said. "Who was it, after all?" I don't know man come in. "then I said to Nisar Ahmad Sahib. Nisar Ahmad Sahib, a tear is extremely necessary for the office."

Huzur Anwar, this question came to my mind many times. There are small jobs too. By the way, I am present, the cleaning of the office is done by the outsider. I don't mind doing small things, but if a girl in the same office, any emmer gets sexual, it can come in handy. Yes that's why I was saying. Well make arrangements. Jamal Yazdani said sitting in front of me. The wrinkles on your forehead tell that something special has happened and who was the person you asked about? The man was a strange man, dressed in dirty clothes, looking like a beggar. People have invented great ways to beg, some people have a regular psychological effect and are very good psychologists, there was such a man. But I have become very angry; leaving me they are also angry, there is something about the children, there is a case, etc. No, not at all, it's been a while; I am not in the mood to discuss this topic at the moment. Looks like someone's been rambling too much.

Yes, he was making himself an agency man."

"Any style of yours?"

I couldn't put it. I replied. Then it was clouding my mind for a long time and finally I forgot. We used to have dinner at a good hotel. We both went to rest after that. Jamal Yazdani continued. I thought I was a witness and anyway I kept my self in the same form. That night too I got free from all matters and came to the rest room. I lay down on the bed. The black shroud was kept in the closet and I did not think about it. I was drowning when there was a knock on the door. I was shocked and wondered who it could be, but I didn't understand, so I got up from my place and walked toward the door. The door was just opened when I felt a punch in the heart, Libby. The white beard was scattered on the chest. The face was very large. Normal faces are not so large. The body was covered in a cloak, so its length and width were not properly sensed. The eyes were shining in circles like the light bulb was bright. There was a mesmerizing force in those eyes, I felt for a moment as if a ray of light was coming out of those eyes and through my eyes into my mind. You are a being taken. A bright light flashed in my mind and I backed away holding my head with both hands. But a flash of bright light had taken my Joe from me moans were coming out of my throat. Just a moment just a moment and then a light bulb went off in my brain, I felt like I had been sick for years. The body was worn out, although a short time ago I was perfectly fine. The energies of the body were better but now it seemed as if all the blood in the body had dried up and the light spreading in the mind had taken away all the strength of the body. Was very surprised. But I was even more surprised when I saw many people sitting around me. A strange deserted building was ah! My flat was not my room bedroom, this building was made of black stones. There was rows of furrows, which were in the shape of a semi-circle and the furrow of this semi-circle countless people were sitting on the chairs dressed in green robes, their faces were very scary. On one side, behind a large stone mill, there was a very old man. I was sitting right in front of him and the ropes were tied in my hands. It was all done in the blink of an eye. On such occasion, if a man succeeds in maintaining his mental powers, he can be called the possessor of a very powerful nerve which had survived, and it should have been that mars, like a madman, had to he would enter the border of insanity and scratch his own hair. Such is the situation said the first old man who was sitting as a pilgrim.

Yes name?"

Farid Ullah said one of the two old men. I was surprised that they all had the same appearance.

Old haj probably wrote my name. now I realized that it was like a court of law and I was in a very awkward situation.

Hajj said the old man. Father's name.

Hamid Ullah

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