A small board was hanging from the roof of the carriage, on which was written in thick marker, “There is no one at home, my old mother is paralyzed, I have to feed her every once in a while and do the same.” If you are in a hurry, weigh the fruit as you like and put the money on the corner and put it under the Regzin cardboard. Also the rates are written and if you don’t have money, then you are allowed to take it from me!
Weighed two kilos of apples in the nearby scales, took a dozen bananas, put them in the shopper, looked at the price from the price list, took out the money and picked up the cardboard corner of the cart, there were 150 and 10 notes. I put it and covered it, looked around to see if someone might be attracted to me, and picked up the shopper and came back to the flat. After Iftar, I and my brother went there. Saw a barish man, bearded half black half white, wearing a light cream colored shalwar.
He was just about to leave after pushing, he smiled at me and said, “Sir!” The fruit is gone, I asked for the name, Khadim Hussain said, then we were sitting in front of the dhaba. The tea came, he said, “Amma has been in bed for the last three years, she has become somewhat psychotic, and now she has also become paralyzed. I have no hair.” No child, wife is dead, only me and my mother. There is no one to take care of Amma, so I have to take care of Amma all the time.”