Chapter 16

                                    

                                          
The sun danced in it's honey shine penetrating from behind the soaring pile of plastic and decomposing matter bathing in urine as flies twinkle in the scent. It illuminated the east of the slum housing 90,000 people, the number spread like a disease. Every skint body slept through the heavy high of the alcohol or the drugs to tame the pain of their labour. The rays of the sun found Adil facing the window for one last time from the comfort of his room where he shit and cooked in the same square feet. Accompanied by his crawling roommates who loved to feast on his clothes, and sometimes the lizards. He read his reflection on the stained glass. His figure looked back at him with his mother's wide basil eyes, but now the hope in them is washed away. The unkempt hair on his face, a blessing and a curse from his pashto routes crowded themselves thickly onto his skin, even thicker than his father's. The warmth from the sun seeping into his bones reminded him of his grip tightened on the leg of the gun held under his tongue, aiming at the brain. It angered him, the sun, the sun is the same for every creature walking the earth, yet the rich can control how the sun blesses them, they stand under the roof or bathe in it, whenever they wish to. But us, we don't have a choice.  
The debt grew to all time highs, so much so that children were sold in bulk as slaves to the rich. Suicides grew rapidly, every now and then bodies fell from heights like heavy fruits in adverse weather conditions being shed out but here, they spatter blood and chunks of freedom spilling out of them, freedom from the worldly misery.  
The gun Adil stole shone in its glory 

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