While coming back from the relief work today, I saw Ayaan running towards me. He greeted and gave a box of sweets. " Mamaji, I have completed the Quran that you gifted and ammi told to .
An Innocent Life lost,
Is an Innocent Life lost.
Grief is Dark and Murky.
It is neither Saffron nor Green.
Blood spilled on the streets,
Is Bright Crimson Red. The School that the children attended,
Thirty-one-year-old Aasif Mujtaba is often mistaken for a lawyer, and sometimes a doctor. Word gets around as soon as he arrives at Babu Nagar in Mustafabad.