Author: Islamuddin Jurat It was three days before Eid al-Adha when I saw him. Phase 3 Chowk, Hayatabad, Peshawar, early in the morning. Daily wage workers were standing by the roadside; some were sitting on the sidewalk and some were leaning against the wall. As each car approached, a few of them took a step forward and then stepped back again. I was looking for a painter; I wanted to paint the house before Eid. I saw a man standing a little fur…
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Author: Islamuddin Jurat It was three days before Eid al-Adha when I saw him. Phase 3 Chowk, Hayatabad, Peshawar, early in the morning. Daily wage workers were standing by the roadside; some were sitting on the sidewalk and some were leaning against the wall. As each car approached, a few of them took a step forward and then stepped back again. I was looking for a painter; I wanted to paint the house before Eid. I saw a man standing a little fur…