We Are Gang Bang

Our village was situated around eighteen kilometres east of Shekhupoora, called Jhoomar. If you ever had a chance to pass by here, and you saw orange stars stuck to green leaves then you must understand that you are passing by Jhoomar. We have the orchard of the biggest and the sweetest Kenu (oranges) in the whole Pakistan. In my father’s time oranges were plucked in the last season and a flood of fantastic and sweet oranges would come in the whole Pakistan.  Though several exporters were ready to sign a contract with father, the actual thing was that God had given us everything. Father had planted these orchards just for the embellishment of Jhoomar village otherwise we had large pieces of land and enough properties in town with the income of which we were living a happy and prosperous life. Father had forbidden the contractors and said, “Whatever God has given us are for the country people. Everyone will eat and everyone will enjoy. Exporting the oranges to another country we can earn a little more, isn’t it?. Is it good thing to make the family starve and fill the stomach of outsiders? I’m not fond of this.

The oranges were distributed to different cities of Pakistan at a very fair rate. Such was the thinking of my father. By the way, I’ll tell about my brothers and sisters later. Let me tell about myself. I was the youngest and the most corrupted of all

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 17.07.2021
ISBN: 978-3-7487-8871-3

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