Monday, 26 May 2014

U - Dam - Sala

Dera Palm Beach Cornish evening shadows were spreading . A crowd of young boys and girls walking
along the wall of Cornish was busy . The sun stayed away across the sea water inside slowly spangled sky orange sun was already on Okay . In the case of small cloud formations floating row were traveling east .
Cornish 's three feet high and wide enough to sit on the wall a few pages of the newspaper spread out in front of a young man was engaged in reading . I had been watching the last two days it was normal . Before the evening newspapers carrying a pack Cornish pay . He walked slowly , and then a few minutes ago Novosibirsk walk around the Cornish side of the niche is to sit and study paper . Apparently, the Indian seemed to form .
Dera Dera Palm Dubai is located in the famous commercial area .
A high-rise buildings do things from Heaven largest building in which the famous Hyatt Regency hotel . Nayef the other side of the market and commercial center. At dusk, hundreds of beach on the Cornish residents and tourists a stick man . However, due to the heat of the afternoon , it remains almost empty .
So today when I saw this guy again in my curiosity got the stretching and walking slowly went near him .
'' You have a light ? 'I asked reluctantly .
He lifted his head , looked at me and shook his head and repeat the simulation has proceeded in the paper . My curiosity and I jumped up and sat her on the wall .
I was wondering how to participate in the talks that the slightly middle-aged man walked the walk, addressed him :
'' Hi Ashok .
Young man looked him up and answer a smile spread on his face .
C U , stood up. Saying he ran .
So I guess it was just OK . They turned out to be Indian . So I thought in my heart of Dubai city like caste , community , color, race , religion and be a citizen of any country, no big deal . , Here are just two classes . Namely domestic and foreign immigrants . Owner and master , and whether domestic migrant worker from any country .
Ashok thinking that I began my own bit of hesitation when I decided to talk to him myself .
Well if your name is Ashok . Where are we going ? '
Ashok looked at me and understand that I am beginning to speak . So she moved to one side or the newspaper said in English :
' Yes, he demanded. Uastry Shri Ashok Patel , & I m From India Gujarat . ' Confidence was noticeable in her voice . ' I am sorry, bit I do not Urdu .
'' English '' Speck duyu he asked .
The truth is that if we all speak a little English so English frfr should hynhalankh graduate like me . But we do not have an atmosphere . So I can just speak broken English only .
Since I wanted to talk to her so I turned to the broken English .
Speck had very little English bit ' Yes . '
Ashok smiled at me and said, ' No problem with that. ''
'' Where are you ? '
Early Childhood '' from '' My voice was a little bit desperate .
'' In the City ''
' Black Bridge kluztu Lahore .
'Oh , Punjab From URL . I love Punjab .
' Yes , Yes ' I said quickly gained confidence .
Ashok hear her right hand extended to shake my hand and said, ' Very nice -to- C U My Friend ...
It had to be silenced for knowing my name . ''
My Name is My Name ... oh sorry Manzoor Ali ' and I raised my right hand and held her hand . I shake the feeling of warmth in a storm and really feeling like something inside me was asked . For many days I was living in Dubai but was deprived of a good man's friendship .
Job Search past few days I had almost half Mwah . But I did not lose heart in humans who were so trying . Hopefully it will be different now that the job was becoming increasingly dim .
' What is ?'
Ashok came out of the thoughts in question . I hesitated a cigarette out and started looking around for matches .
' Brother , will match ? Smoke I saw a man walking . He stopped and I submitted lit his cigarette . Slgayy my cigarette and told him thanks and again been attracted to Ashok .
' Nothing yet, ' I replied with a smile . ''
' Oh, very bad, bit no problem ' will dhundly together . Then I realized that they read newspapers regularly does so .
' Tell me your story ?'
For a moment I could not understand what he is saying . What is a chmaka .
My story is not anything special . Our village near Lahore Bridge is black . Parents are old . Mom is sick . A sister and younger brother. 'm The greatest . I started farming with his father , then the job market , then graduated from Lahore jobs coming two years . I walked but did not survive the future . Came here on the advice of a friend . Father sold his pair of oxen and paid . Now I wonder what will happen if you make it here ?
'' This is just my story . Sowing of the crop coming days . If not how Apple will grow abakhyt . This is currently thought . ''
Sam Dam Story '' said Ashok frowning slightly .
'You tell me what your story ? ' I asked her to smile .
' Sura know? ''
' Sura ? ' I shook my head in denial .
'' OK. Eye tail U '
Surat in Gujarat is the name of a major city . Is near Ahmedabad .
Most business people are jyadh . We also lives here . ''
' My Father Taylor Master hyt ten job & I '
Sawai Toledo My Father '' . I will not work SME Taylor. My Master From Ahmedabad you did come . India U Nine Nine Eight El -bit job . Then Mother said , came guyu (Give you) My jewelery , tudbyy U Go . Then we came here . ''
So how do you live now, I asked .
A friend paid for bed space . Fort Manthey . There remains . What's in the evening from a hotel here in Naif . He will now ten o'clock at night . The hotel will wash all the dishes they will have dinner and breakfast . I still live like that . ''
So what do all day ? 'I asked her grief .
Just find a job . Aimlessly . Cornish evening on the causes . Gulf News job search and your hunger and thirst at night has stopped . ''
'' That's it. Longer wish to time , will be shortly , will work and will not eat . ''
I think it said:
'' What I can walk with you ? I will share the euro work . ''
Ashok looked at me and said something strange sight :
'' U . Dame . Shit. Last night, hungry and thirsty, do not tell . ''
She hugged me and move forward . Both of us were swimming in tears .

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