Pakistani Educational Leadership Institute

…then he promised to be with her forever without knowing what could be the contour of future circumstances but just like a frantic lover kept on saying without watching her face with tears falling down from his heavy eyes which seemed to be over filled as he kept his tears for years and years but finally time came when he wished to drain all what he had in his eyes for her. His sobbing made the environment rather more dismal and gloomy but his noisy speech was without any interval. For sure, he did not lift his eyes lashes for a second rather like a monk brooded with heavy tears. The entire life-real was in front of his eyes where he could see himself madly in love with her and served her like a worshipper. It is the memory of old days which is getting him crazy at moment. His loud weeping, shouting, lamenting, sobbing has only one supplication: Oh God! Get my mother back, please once, only once… but all his lamentations could not move the dead body his mother… coz he who comes has to go…