Mother: (With kindness) God how much cold it is… let me close the window so that the wind does not enter the room… in these nights I cannot keep the windows open… the winter is near… it has shown its self to some extent… we need to take care of the winter…
Father: (Thinking) yes you are right… this month I am going to get my salary then I will buy wood and coal…
Mother: (With anxiety) your one person salary will fulfill what… will you pay the rent… but the coal and wood… pay the electricity bill…
Mursal: (With Joy) my mom is right… if I also struggle for a job then I can support you… anyhow at the ministry of economy some new positions are announced… I would like to go tomorrow to get the forms…
Mother: (With anxiety) what are you saying? How soon you are attracting things towards yourself? Who told you to get a job? Only your father is working and it is ok… we will manage it…
Father: (With kindness) your mom is right… until your father is alive; there is no need for your money…
Mursal: (With anxiety) I have graduated from the school… at the institute I have studied administration and management… now I am fourteenth grade graduate and I can get a job for myself… it means that as much study I did it was useless… yes… people may say that who will give a job to the disabled person…
Mother: (With anxiety) what are you saying daughter… I am saying that the winter is closed… what is the need that you are going to get a job in this cold weather… anyhow you know better…
Mursal: (Opening and closing sound of the room) I am going to bed… tomorrow I will go with Shazia to get forms…
(Cloths Washing Sound)
Mother: (With anxiety) ah… ha… oh God I am too tired… from the morning to yet by washing the cloths; I am feeling pain in my waist… don’t know where is Mursal… early morning went out with her father… but she is not returned yet home… crazy girl… who will give her a job with a stick and one disabled leg… anyhow whatever is ok for her… God is kind…
(Gate opening sound)
Mursal: (Tired and from far) hello mummy… hope you are not tired… wish you would have wait for me and we would both have done it… you are too tired now…
Mother: (Laughing) I wish your health daughter… it is ok… tell me what you have done? Where you wen?
Mursal: (With tiredness) I went with Shazia to ministry of commerce… there was too much rush… but finally I got a form… it is the job of accountant… I filled the form and submitted there… Shazia also filled a form but for another department… after three days we have exam… pray for me to succeed in this exam…
Mother: (With kindness) you will succeed… you are a hardworking girl… you will reach somewhere…
Mursal: (Thinking) Inshallah… my heart is saying that I will get the job… that time then I will support in the expenses of the home and also I can work to serve for the community…
Mother: (Thinking) I also trust you… go and change your cloths because you are too tired… don’t be worry this much, there is a lot of time remaining for the three days…
Mursal: (With Joy) you are right; let me go and have my studies… so that after three days I won’t be surprised.
Mother: (With herself) Hey God… I pray that she would be succeed… he is very intelligent and hardworking… no problem that she is walking with the stick… but she can do a lot… she understands a lot…
Father: (With kindness) don’t worry lady… Mursal is very intelligent and she will succeed…
Mother: (With hurry) she is too late; she went before lunch and she should have come yet…
(Coughing sound of Mursal and gate opening sound)
Mursal: (Laughing) Hello mummy… hello papa…
Father: (With kindness) Hello to you… welcome… hope you are not tired… you got a long age… we were just talking about you…
Mother: Come here… tell me… what you have done… how was your test? Was it ok or not? Come… come…let me pour a cup of tea for you; you look tired…
Mursal: (Put the stick on the ground slowly and hardly sit on the ground) it is ok mother, let me sit once… the test was very good… the ones who checked my paper were very much satisfied… the head of that section said that priority is for the women… he said that from your paper it appears that you are very intelligent… he said that you would be the winner of this post.
(Sound of pouring tea)
Mother: Thanks to God… I will give avow for your success and I will give the whole street Shola (Rice).
Father: You will succeed daughter… you are very much clever and intelligent… the intelligent is always the wineer…
Mursal: Thank you father… whatever I have is because of your prayers…
Message of Drama: By creating the facilities of job for the disabled persons we can make a job opportunity for this layer and meanwhile the talent that they got could be utilized by the government.
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