“Abbu----Abbu I'm very hungry, please bring some food.” Five years old Rahan shook his father Imad Qureshi for some food. He was crying since morning as he hadn't got any food till evening.
His father was laying on a couch without giving any attention to his son.
“Abbu, I am hungry and ammi and Irfu baby are hungry. Irfu baby crying.” Rahan wiped his tears with the back of his palm while gazing at his father.
No response.
Little Rahan grabbed his father's hand to get up from there. That made his father angry, and he pushed him away which caused Rahan to fall on his back on the floor and began to weep again.
“How dare you touch me! You little bastard!” Imad's voice banged on the walls as he yelled at his son. Rahan was scared of his voice. Fear started to envelop him as he knew what wa
