After a hard day's work I was going back to my house in maleer, I was walking through tipu sultan road just like I always do to catch the bus but wait you don't know me do you? Let me first tell you about myself, my name is Ali, I was 12yrs young.
My mother died when I was 6 (Ali: I used to miss her a lot) and my father…. well he showed up now & then to collect the money I made by working at the hotel.
The person who took care of me was my brother who was 19 yrs old; he'd always be there for me whenever I needed him, if it were up to him I know I wouldn't have been working at all but I know to survive we needed both of our wages (which sometimes our father took from us)
Getting back to tipu sultan road, I was crossing the signal where usually at 12 am some cars would be waiting for the signal to turn green but that day there were none…except a Police mobile waiting around the corner of the street.
While I was walking I kept thinking about the money I had earned that day, 1000Rs