God knows what his name was but everyone called him Ghatai. Ghatai means fat or big. She was not fat at all, then I don't know why her name got Ghatai. She was probably the eldest of the siblings, so her parents must have called her a Ghutai. That's when his name came to the fore. Anyway, when form and dress reflected the status, who's to know the real name? Despicable people give birth to lowly children and thus propagate their inferiority.
The narrator is silent about the questions of who she was, who her parents were. Of course his parents were back and forth but what difference does it make? It was not necessary to know, was it not enough that his parents were the ones who wanted nothing more than a morsel of life. When poverty becomes an identity, no identification is needed. Apart from poverty, there was nothing in its form to bother to learn more about it.
His family served the people from generation to generation. His father used to look after the people of the village who were lying in their hujras. In addition to cleaning the Hujra and the things there, he fed the horse, massaged it, brought some from the market to Khan's house when needed, and carried tea and food behind the laborers working in the fields. He cut grass for the horse or brought firewood to burn the stove in the Khan's house. He often got tired of his work or when the reprimand was too much he would leave one and go with the other Khan, the size and location changed but the work remained the same and the feeling of humiliation remained the same.
Ghatai's mother's life was also based on her letters. The only difference was that she used to go to four or five houses every day, work there and return home in the evening. On his return he had some food in his hand. Who was eagerly waiting at home. In return for this service, the couple also received some grain and some zakat money from time to time, from which they used to buy daily necessities. If there was some money left, the couple would move from village to city. When the village dignitaries saw him, they would laugh at each other and say, "I am going to give bangles to my bubble again."
To wear them only the waste old clothes of the people are available, so they do not have to worry about the clothes at all. If they got clothes from different houses then the whole family would comment on these clothes. "Nobody cares until the clothes of Aslam Khan's house are torn." Nawab Khan said, "Hamid Khan has a lot of money but he has to buy cheap clothes." His house was mostly about other homes, sometimes someone would say two words of love and sympathy and their faces looked open.
One evening Ghattai was sitting in the courtyard with his mother and a mentally challenged brother, when Ghattai's father came home tired. There were marks of happiness and contentment on his face, but from time to time he had trouble with his eyes. Ghatai's mother asked what was the matter, his hand slowly went to his pocket and when he came out of the pocket, he had a shiny five rupee note. Then she said "Professor Saab has asked Ghattai to be taken to Peshawar. "She will be with my kids," he said. "That's a good thing." She said happily "Mr. Fropeser is kind, she takes good care of him." Will do, she will stay in the bungalow." Hearing about the bungalow, Ghatai got upset and got up and left as if he had some relation with the professor's house.
The next day Ghatai's mother went to the professor's brother's house. There was a heap of wheat in the courtyard of the house, the housewife along with some of her women was cleaning the wheat in the middle. She too sat down and began to separate her hatred from the wheat. After sometime the housewife got up and went to the room. He spoke without stopping. "Don't think about it at all. Send it today. What's in Mr. Fropeser's bungalow?" One daughter, one son and four servants. There are servants, there is a bungalow glazed like glass, Ghatai will just take care of the children, this will make your days go away, if you ask, I will send Gul Renaaz with me at the same time.
In the evening, he found Kharune Aade's daughter Gul Renaaz outside his house. Gul Renaaz told her that one day she had gone to the Professor's bungalow with her mother. The bungalow filled with colorful flowers was very beautiful. That day he ate jam with double bread, so delicious that he still remembers his mouth watering. There is also a fridge in the professor's house which is always full of fruits, meat, jam and double bread.
The next day before noon Ghatai was at the village base with her father. In her hand was a bundle containing her clothes and bangles. When the wheat crop reached home a month ago, he got wheat along with other children. She ran to Salamu Kaka's shop and emptied her hammock full of wheat and bought bangles. The base of the village was completely empty, she was waiting for the tonga with her father.
All this seemed strange to him. The minaret of the only mosque in the village was visible, he felt as if the minaret of the mosque was looking at him, he wanted to say something to him or maybe the minaret of the mosque was silently saying something to the people of the village. When the voice of Asar Aden was heard from the village mosque, his hand suddenly went towards his head. Something appeared on the unpaved road of a distant village and at the same time the sounds of ticking started coming. After a while the picture of confusion became clear, the sounds of tick-tick became louder and at the same time Ghatai's heart started trembling.
After sometime he was going towards GT Road riding on his foot. When they reached the paved road, they soon found a bus. By the time we reached Peshawar, it was evening, the shadow of Syria was slowly rising, but the evening was very different from the evening in the village. The silent evening of the village slowly descends into the lap of darkness, there was noise and light. Arrived at Professor's bungalow, entered the gate and Professor's staff took him inside. Ghatai's father went inside but Ghatai stayed there. Surprised, she saw the car parked near the gate and slowly started touching it.
"Bring the girl," the professor asked her father. "Yes it is." When his father looked back, he could not find Ghattai. He panicked and ran outside but at the same time the servant brought Ghatai inside. Professor Shafiq was a man. He compassionately placed his hand on Ghatai's head and said to his father, "Don't worry, she will be with me like my children." When the father left after taking permission, he ran and hugged him and at the same time his hiccups stopped. To encourage the girl, the professor stayed with her father at night.
The next day, Ghatai's father returned to the market village, and Ghatai waited for him till evening. Once the gate opened for someone, he ran towards the door with a bundle in his hand. When he stumbled and fell in the courtyard of the bungalow, all the glass bangles were broken. As evening fell, the restlessness reached its limit, two thick hot tears rolled down her cheeks from her eyes, she wiped her tears with her hands and quietly went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Professor Sahib's eldest son was four years old while his daughter was about two years old. His wife was also a very kind lady. Within a few days Ghatai's heart sank. She mostly carried the professor's daughter in her arms. If children play with toys, he will be with them. If a toy breaks, it will be very sad. Trying to add it. Professor Sahib used to take children to the village once and a half times in a month. Things will also be with you. Seeing Ghatai's clothes, his friend Gul Renaaz got jealous of him. Now Ghatai would get tired of the clothes and would allow Gul Renaaz with the permission of her mistress.
As time passed, the professor had two more daughters and a son. All the children started growing up at the hands of Ghatai. Ghatai is now a part of their family. When the children went to school, Ghatai would wake up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for them, prepare them, pick up their bags and tiffins, drive them out of the gate, put them in the car and come back to do household chores. By the grace of Allah on Professor Sahib, he proceeded. As the children grew up, the eldest son entered college. Ghatai's parents have passed away. Now the professor and his family were everything. He did not even have a house in the village. His parents were born at home and his last rites took place outside the house.
Professor Saheb belonged to the village. He used to celebrate Eid with children in his ancestral home. Whenever it happens. She must have met Gul Renaz with her husband, who lived in a room near the professor's ancestral home. She and her husband were making a living by serving the younger brother of the professor. Gul Renaaz was married but had no children. She eventually adopted her deaf, mute nephew. God forbid, one day this dumb, deaf child met with an accident and became paralyzed with both hands. Gul Reenaz did not give up, lovingly raised her, married her, now he has become a father of children and Gul Reenaz is living with her as a support for her old age.
One day the news came that Professor Sahib had suffered a heart attack in his office. Ghatai ran to the hospital with Begum Sahiba. It is learned that Professor Sahibulla has become dear. The news struck Ghattai like lightning. The whole family got buried under a mountain of sorrow. Ghatai continued to comfort everyone in this difficult time. It had been only a few months since Professor Sahib met Begum Sahib. A happy family in his turn became a picture of sorrow.
The children were all reading. Ghatai was now the eldest. He hugged all the children. Don't let everyone stop studying. Children used to read and write. The village was less frequented and then completely destroyed. There was a dispute over the land. Financial difficulties arose for the family but the children took over the affairs and became financially more prosperous than before.
After the marriage of three sisters, the brothers also got married. Ghatai was at the forefront of every opportunity. He handled all the matters very neatly and systematically. Now the division of property among the brothers has created problems. Both started living in different houses. Sometimes Ghattai lived with one and sometimes with the other. In between, I used to go to my sisters' house. He tried to bring the brothers closer to each other but the lust for money and the insistence on moving ahead with each other kept coming.
Now everyone is getting tired of the cheapness. She was ten years old when she went to the Professor's house and is now over fifty years old. She also started getting sick. Now there was neither Professor Saheb nor Begum Sahib nor that house. It had no place in the new houses. One day the eldest son of the professor threw him out of the house. When she fell, went to another brother and there was no place to hide her head
Disappointed, he left for the village. Wondering where to go next? When did the parents leave the world? He had no home. All the relatives of Professor Sahib's generation did not live in the world. He has no hope from the new generation. What could she expect from others if she was not ready to provide two times' bread and a roof over her head? There was no one in the village but the village was ours. With this hope she reached the village.
When I got off the rickshaw at the base of the village it turned into a statue. They were not taking any action. She kept looking at the houses which belonged to the relatives of the Professor. She used to visit this house with Begum Sahiba on happy and sad occasions. Shocked and confused, she thought, it occurred to her to return that she had no place to hide her head in the crowded village. The mud houses of the village had become mud houses and perhaps the hearts of the people had become hard as stone. The minaret of the mosque was lost somewhere in the tall buildings of the village, suddenly his eyes fell on the space between the tall houses. The minaret of the mosque was visible between the houses, the next moment
