Page 31 - Autobiography (final version)

fridge would be empty, when our cupboards would be empty,

when our stewpots would be cooking rocks, when it was a

dead end, somehow miracles happened. It was during one

winter night when no one was at home except for me and my

mom. My brother was gone to Bahria Town to sell a file for

capital gains as the market was speculated to boom, my dad

was gone to Islamabad to sell our family house which

apparently was on stay from our step relatives and my sister

was gone to one of her clingy friend’s house for a sleepover;

that friend literally came to our house and seeked my mom’s

permission. Anyways, we were having some serious

discussion and praying that may God show us the path when

suddenly my mom had an urge to eat peanuts. A store near

our house called “Paradise Store” sold a pack of peanuts (250

gram) for Rs. 70. We had no money left in the house as few

rupees left were used to buy a Daewoo ticket for my father.

Well, I really wanted to fulfil my mom’s desire and the search

for the money started. After a few minutes of searching I