When Nadeem returned to his village after a long absence of 30 years, he was shocked. Instead of oxen for farming, modern machinery has proved that their village has developed over time.
Where no madrassa or school was visible from afar, the village now had a mosque for each sect as well as a separate middle school for boys and girls for secular education. The wave of prosperity ran.
Change was in full swing. The children did not have to go to the city to get an education.
It was also heard that the villagers were also demanding high school. This means that all kinds of consciousness were awake.
Nadeem had just graduated from Japan.
He would finish his breakfast and go for a walk in the village with the newspaper in his hand. He also inspected his fields as he walked through the streets. He made a discovery program and slowly walked north of the village where his friend lived.
Remember that his friend I am referring to was an old banyan tree. Nadeem's childhood was spent under this banyan tree. He grew up in the shade of such a tree.
Because there used to be a primary school in this village.
Whose building was nominal. All the boys and girls of the village used to sit on sacks and read in the shade of this tree. Ever since Nadeem regained consciousness, he had seen the same color under the banyan tree.
Barbers would sit in the shade of the same tree, spread sacks, shave children and cut the hair of adults. Where was the bread?
This is the food of the moment. Imran Lotto's shop was also on one side. All items were available.
If it was fun at school, there would be children's lines at the lotto shop.
There was all kinds of peace in the village. The old men who had lost their hair were playing mat twigs on one side. Nowadays computer games have come. On one side were playing cards.
The children of the village used to come to fry corn and rice. Eid was celebrated all day under this tree.
Nadeem had just matriculated. Now he had to go to the city for further education. But a distant relative advised him to come to Japan with a passport and apply for a visa.
Study here and work here. Nadeem, a cultist did the same and went to Japan. There was plenty of land. There was no risk of earning a living. did it.
After completing his education, he got a job there and started getting a good salary and he started sending money home.
He married a Pakistani girl in Japan and Allah Almighty blessed him with children.
After 30 years, he decided to return to the village. After collecting everything from Japan, he took his wife and children with him.
He was very happy with the prosperity of the village but when he reached under the banyan tree he saw that there was nothing there. In the shadow of which happiness used to hover, now there is only one bus stop.
Everyone is busy with their work. From the city come two or three buses called labor buses.
Village boys and girls and poor women ride in them to work in the city.
After working in different factories, people return on the same buses in the evening.
The change that has taken place in the village has turned every person in the village into a machine. He returned home. He was shaken by the storm of memories. Late at night he tried unsuccessfully to get out of the storm.