I don’t know from where I should start. Yesterday I went to a workshop to fix the starting problem of my vehicle. Mechanic checked the problem and went. After 5 minutes a child who’s age may be between 8-10 years came and started the initial work i.e. losing of screws etc. When the honorable chief mechanic came again he stood there and observed the performance of that child. May be due to the presence of his “Master” the child made some mistakes and then to my very surprise the “Master” slaps the child 2-3 times and used very shameful language. The child remains silent and continues his work. But when I keenly observed, the eyes of that sweet child were full of tears. There was a real pain on his cute and innocent face. He was looking just like an angel in hell.

I was considering myself responsible for all this stuff. When the problem was fixed and I have paid the charges I called that child and asked about his life. The conversation was…

Me: What is your name?

Child: My name is Shabeer Ali

Me: How may brothers and sister you have?

Child: I have 6 brothers and sisters.

Me: What is your family background?

 Child: I was living a very happy life. My father was in police. He was very loving and caring father. I was in a nice school and was getting my education. i was very good in study but one day when I came back from school, I noticed that there were a crowd around my house. When I entered my house I saw my mom and sisters weeping and saw my father’s dead body full of blood. Some terrorists shoot my father during the duty. He left us alone with no one to support us. Now I am here to earn something for my little brothers and sisters. My other two brothers are working in next workshop.

I saw a question on his angel face “What is my fault?” and I was wondering that who is responsible for all this.

1: The Government?

2: The Society?

3: Terrorists?

I couldn’t forget those eyes. I  forget the pain in his eyes.