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He lay down with his head on his grandmother's lap, listening to many stories. Sometimes the story of Deen Muhammad turning a woodcutter into a monkey to cut down a sacred tree is very short and he will one day become the biggest officer in the city despite going to a tot school. I loved all these stories and I used to tell them to my grandmother from time to time, but I liked the story of Princess Arusa the most.

Most of the stories were incomplete but I never heard the story of Princess Arosa because every time Grandma would fall asleep and I kept wondering why Deo had killed the princess's father and the princess was on the magic carpet. What happened after he fled his kingdom? As soon as he wakes up the next morning, the first question he will ask his grandmother is why the prince has taken revenge on Deo. Grandma wouldn't answer. I was stubborn, she smiled. Finally, when I got annoyed and started running loudly, she would tell the big messenger that they would do whatever they heard during the day and whatever story they told. I will be thrown into the fire of hell and I will be silent in fear.

Sometimes I wonder why Grandma didn't tell me the whole story. She would run around thinking a lot but no one would touch her and in the end the conclusion would be that she would tell as much as her grandmother knew and she would not know the story ahead.

In those days I went to Nano's house with my mother and there I heard the story of Prince Gulfam. Then I got a new game. Whenever Grandma would hold Princess Arusa's hand in Deo's hand and start sniffing, I would decide to put Prince Gulfam in the story and finally free Princess from Deo's clutches. I have played many times. That I don't know when I fell in love with Princess Arusha and I started thinking of myself as Prince Gulfam.

Now, the next step was to find the princess bride.

At first I used to look at the women in my neighborhood that maybe one of them was a princess bride but none of them met my standards except for one and a half. But didn't her husband look like a monster from anywhere?

Dad brought a television set with him when he returned from Dubai. Since this is the first TV in the history of the neighborhood, everyone will gather around us in the evening and be amazed at the 24 inch big screen. My lottery is out. On the one hand, there was a lot of activity at home that made me very happy, moreover, it became easier to find a princess because every other woman on TV thought I was a princess bride. Nowadays almost every newscaster and actress hits my radar but no confirmation from anywhere and thus the matter remains stagnant.

Every night before going to bed I would draw a picture of him in my mind and keep thinking until my cheeks turned red with shame and my breathing stopped. However, one thing bothered me a lot. Getting the princess kingdom means that she took back her father's chair from Deo. He had to lose to Fash and wrestle. It is not possible that there is any other prince. Along with me, Gulfam with the help of which the princess has taken back her father's throne.

There was a lot of fear that gripped me. I didn't feel like doing anything. I once dreamed that my father was suffocating me, and I opened my eyes before I died. I was running so hard that everyone woke up. My condition is bad for fear. Grandma would sit next to me all night reciting Ayatollah Al-Kursi and I would stay awake.

The next dream was even more terrifying. The princess and I are on our way to our kingdom after defeating Ken Deo's army when a tall man holds a sword around my neck and as I retreat he cleverly cuts off both my legs. The princess and she put their hands together and kissed me and lost the flying cloud.

This time I kept my beard and kept crying until I told Grandma the whole story. Grandma was cursing me for a while.

"My beautiful father will definitely get a princess bride ..." The day will come when he will be a senior officer ".

Although all of Grandma's words came to my mind that what I think of as a princess bride is actually a married woman named Benazir and the king is not just a minister, just before going to bed every night, her picture is my veil. My mind began to move and I reluctantly thought of fear until my eyes got wet.

Time has passed. Childhood was buried in a blind hole. Grandma is so old that she can't talk to anyone, can't listen to anyone, I lie in bed all day looking at the wind, and I step out of the story world and become a character myself. The protagonist, but a common character whose life is never allowed to come to limelight and whose ultimate art is the loyal friend of the hero or heroine's brother (otherwise the extras are the same). I also know that immigrants who jump from the dream Hawaiian Islands to the real and living world are always on the move because they have no luck in the camp, so I spend an evening when I am terrified of the tiring uniformity of fasting nights. In the shade of my childhood shade tree, I spend a night and then I carry my load on my own shoulders and bring myself back to where my head was kept, so that I may not be Prince Gulpham.

The most beautiful thing in life is to have a coma but no full stop and this is probably the most ugly reality of life because today when I am accustomed to this stagnation a terrible news came to my feet. The ground has shifted from the bottom. . A while ago, a news channel reported on Benazir's assassination in its live bulletin and blew up my entire childhood with dynamite. The story of Princess Arosa is addicted to her own blood in a hospital in Rawalpindi and I want to leave everything and go to my grandmother's lap and tell her to complete the incomplete story of her childhood because of the last writing of her life, I don't believe it.